+Remdi+ Sirs I am content, now when ye wyll depart To god I commyt you I wyll not make you tary But yet I pray with all my minde and heart Take hede in any wise exchewe yl & shrewd compani yf a ma be neuer soo good & vse [with] th[=e] [that] be vnthrifti He shal lese his name, & to some vice they wil him t[=e]p therfore beware of such people, & from th[=e] be exempt +Health+ yes yes I warrant you of sach I wyll beware. Farewel good remedy & wel to fare. & goth out 610 +Remdi+ I pray god be your spede & preserue you fro paine it is mi mind ye shold prosper I wold haue it so fain. +Wyll.+ Here is none of our acquainta[=u]ce wil retourneth we haue made to longe tariaunce that wyll ye say perchaunce And they begone home come away apare +Wytte.+ Nay by god not so hastie A lytle whyle we wyll larye Good euen syr to you mary Dwell ye in this place? 620 +Remdi+ Nay good fellowe I dwel not heare Wherefore doest thou chat inquire: Woldest thou ought with any heare Speake be not afryde +Wyll.+ By God I would I had your gowne And were a myle without the towne Theron & woulde borowe a crowne It is I that so sayde +Wytte.+ Hew lookest thou one him halfe a scorne I p=omise you he is a scant gentylman borne 630 What sstyest thou in his face +Remdi+ For somwhat in his face I lok e In dede his mastership standes a crooke For false shrewes both of you I tooke And chyldren that be past grace. +Wyll.+ I wyll swere for hym, as tor this yeares twenty that he hath ben euer as true as I yet sometyme he will steale and make a lye He is of my alyaunce. +Remdi+ In good fayth the same thinke I 640 That ye be both lyke, full unthrifty Syrs how do ye lyue, shew me quickly Or I shall put you in duraunce +wytte.+ How liue we? mary our meate Cummest thou hether for to threte: So lowly syr wittam doth speake From whence doth he come can ye shewe +Wyll.+ What dost thou ayle canst thou tell? Hast thou any thing with vs to mell? By the masse thy handes doth tykell 650 Thou shalt beare me a blowe. +remedi+ you false theues I know ye well I shall let your purpose euey deale yllwyll, and shrewd wit, the deuyll of hell Take ye both for me. +wytte.+ Mary thou lyest, our names be not so Call vs but wit, and wyll, adde no more thereto, yf thou doest thou were as good no We shall handle you shrewdly +Remdi+ Syrs farewell here I wil no longer abide 660 For you both shortly I wyll prouide That all your falfe craft shalbe out tryed And our subtillitie knowen and goeth out.