+Health+ ¶ O good lorde helpe me, by your licence my souerain I am homely to com her in your pres[=e]ce thus diseased Nede constraineth me, for remedy I wold haue faine I am [=i]fect both body & soul, I prai you be not displesed +Remdi+ Why what aile you shew me, yet you I do not know Glad I am to remedy any man, that is affirmity I perceiue by your phisnamy, [that] ye ar veri weke feble & low yet show me your griefe, & I wil help you gladly. +Health+ Gracio[us] remedi I thank you, yet I am half ashamed 790 to shew you mi maladi & mi name, I was called helth Therfore I am wel worthi to be punished & blamed Because I haue not folowed your co[=u]sel, but al thing may be suffered saue welth. +Remdy+ Are you helth, this maketh me very pensife and sad ye t be of good chere, & show how you were infect To remedy you and succour you I wold be very glad For god wyl punish the people when they be detelt +Health+ Syr I thanke god therof for wel worthy I am My conscience doth iudge, some trouble haue I must 800 A mendes I wyl make to god and if I can Wil ad wit hath deceiued me in them I put my trust. +Remdi+ yf thou haue doone amisse, and be sory therfore Then helfe a mendes is made, for that is contrission Let that passe, now wil I axe you one thyng more Wher be welth ad Libertie, be they of good disposicio +Health+ As for welth is fallen in decay, and neceslitie By wast & war, thorow ytt wyll, and shrewdwit And lybertie is kept in duraunce and captiuite God helpe vs all, and sende vs good remedy for it 810 +Remdi+ For to heare this tale it maketh my hart heauie yet be of good cofort, god is ful of grace, & I am good +Health+ ¶ Sir, th[=e] I besech you help vs in the way of charity +Remdi+ I would fayne but I cannot tel which way to begin Except I might catch wil & wit, then I trow I could Tye th[=e] shorter, for they destroy welth, helth & liberty bi sin yf I had [the] theues, punish th[=e] extremly I wole. +Health+ You may soone catch them, if ye wil stande a syde From this place they two, wyl not longe abide. +Remdi+ Me thinketh I here them com, helpe to holde th[=e] fast 820 will turneth +Wyll.+ Cum in wit for herc is no body We may ve bolde and talke largely Our hartes to eafe ano shew plainly What we haue doone. +wytte+ I must nedes laugh I cannot forbeare To remember warre that knaue wil ye heare The horson fleming was beshitten for feare Because he should boyde so soone. +Wyll.+ Herke now do I meruayle by this bread For I weae surely uhat hrlth be dead 830 I saw saw him go with a kercher on his head As he should go at hangyng. +wytte+ Harke in thine Eare, yf tste horson hap To complayne to him that weres the red cap I feare then shortly he wyl us clap By the heles from our liuingl