¶ Dieu vous garde playsaunce 350 On seuen or no mumchaunce, what yonkers dare auaunce To playe a grote or twaine. Loe heare I haue in store Two or three grotes and no more I take great thought therfore For to kepe it, it is much payne I come now out of a place where is a company of small grace Theues and hores that spendes a pace They were dronken all the sorte. 360 One of their purces I did aspy Out of his sleue where it dyd lye And one wynked on me with his eye But ther began the sporte Their false falsehode, and I crafty wyt got the purse loe, heare I haue it I ran my way and let hym syt Smoke and shitten arse together. And yf that I had yll wyll here with this money we wolde make good chere 370 Gentle brother wyll, I pray the apeare For thou art in some corner. +Wytte+ I woulde come in but I am a fearde Least that I be taken by the bearde Wyth some catchepol, I haue heard How thou haste stollen a purse +wylle+ Thou horson art thou mad, cum in I say This is not the fyrste hazard that I haue scaped yf I make an hand to decke my felfe gay what am I the worse. 380 +wyll+ From thy company I cannot abyde I must nedes holde upon thy syde yllwyll and shrewdwit who caa hyde For they will be together. +wytte.+ Now welcome wyll and what cheare: By god I thought for thee a thousand yere Peace for gods body who cummeth there Hance bere pot Ascon router. ¶ Entreth Hance with a dutch songe Gut nynen scone rutters by the moder got 390 It heist owne srhon, for staue ye nete De qusteker mau iche bie do do Uau the groate bnmbarde well ic wete Dartyck dowsant van enheb it mete Ic best de mauikin van de koining dangliler De grot keyser kind ic bene his busketer +Wyll.+ Here ye not dronk[=e] hance how he be gins to prate The malowperte sleminge is a little to cheke mate +wytte+ Let the knaue alone, for his name is war. Such dronken slemminges your company wil mar 400 +Hance.+ Ic best nen emond, ic best in soche ye secte nete vell ic forstaue ye in doche +Wyll.+ Cumpt hore leyf with your gound stand nere yt becummes you better to handle a potte of beare +Hance+ Dat maght icvell dan, ic can skynke frelyck Tab bers frow, ic briuges brore, begotts nemerick +wytte.+ The horsen knaue by the masse is dronke A winking for depe his eyen be cleane lonck +Hance+ Ic foraue ye vell ye seg dac ic slope Nenike, nenike, ic compte hore for an andor cope 410 +Wyll.+ Wel coppin I pray the hartly tell vs trew Wherfore comest thou hether for any thing to sew +Hance+ yeicke feger, en b[=u]bardere va de koyning wei it be Heb twe skelling de dagh ic con scote de culueryn +wytte.+ Nay ye shall walke a fleming knaue, wyl ye not see We haue English gunners ynow, there is no rome empty