The Poetical Works of John Skelton, Volume 1 (of 2)Skelton, John
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The Poetical Works of John Skelton, Volume 1 (of 2)
Skelton, John
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
[772] _Ye are vnhappely vred_] On the punctuation of this passage, see
notes.
[773] _The_] Ed. “To.”
[774] _caterisatis_] Qy. “catarrhizatis?”
[775] _This_] Ed. “Thus.”
[776] _Simonides_] Ed. “Siphonides.”
[777] _Symonides_] Ed. “Symphonides.”
[778] _sociabus_] Qy. “sociatos?”
MAGNYFYCENCE, A GOODLY INTERLUDE AND A MERY, DEUYSED AND MADE BY MAYSTER
SKELTON, POET LAUREATE.[779]
_These be the Names of the Players_:
FELYCYTE.
LYBERTE.
MEASURE.
MAGNYFYCENCE.
FANSY.
COUNTERFET COUNTE[NAUNCE].
CRAFTY CONUEYAUNCE.
CLOKYD COLUSYON.
COURTLY ABUSYON.
FOLY.
ADUERSYTE.
POUERTE.
DYSPARE.
MYSCHEFE.
GOODHOPE.
REDRESSE.
[SAD] CYRCUMSPECCYON.
PERSEUERAUNCE.
MAGNYFYCENCE.
_Felicite._ Al thyngys contryuyd by mannys reason,
The world enuyronnyd of hygh and low estate,
Be it erly or late, welth hath a season,
Welth is of wysdome the very trewe probate;
A fole is he with welth that fallyth at debate:
But men nowe a dayes so vnhappely be vryd,
That nothynge than welth may worse be enduryd.
To tell you the cause me semeth it no nede,
The amense therof is far to call agayne;
For when men by welth, they haue lytyll drede 10
Of that may come after; experyence trewe and playne,
Howe after a drought there fallyth a showre of rayne,
And after a hete oft cometh a stormy colde.
A man may haue welth, but not, as he wolde,
Ay to contynewe and styll to endure;
But yf prudence be proued with sad cyrcumspeccyon,
Welthe myght be wonne and made to the lure,
If noblenesse were aquayntyd with sober dyreccyon;
But wyll hath reason so vnder subieccyon,
And so dysordereth this worlde ouer all, 20
That welthe and felicite is passynge small.
But where wonnys Welthe, and a man wolde wyt?
For welthfull Felicite truly is my name.
_Lyberte._[780] Mary, Welthe and I was apoynted to mete,
And eyther I am dysseyued, or ye be the same.
_Fel._ Syr, as ye say, I haue harde of your fame;
Your name is Lyberte, as I vnderstande.
_Lyb._ Trewe you say, syr; gyue me your hande.
_Fel._ And from whens come ye, and it myght be askyd?
_Lyb._ To tell you, syr, I dare not, leest I sholde be maskyd 30
In a payre of fetters or a payre of stockys.
_Fel._ Here you not howe this gentylman mockys?
_Lyb._ Ye, to knackynge ernyst what and it preue?
_Fel._ Why, to say what he wyll, Lyberte hath leue.
_Lyb._ Yet Lyberte hath ben lockyd vp and kept in the mew.
_Fel._ In dede, syr, that lyberte was not worthe a cue:
Howe be it lyberte may somtyme be to large,
But yf reason be regent and ruler of your barge.
_Lyb._ To that ye say I can well condyssende:
Shewe forth, I pray you, here in what you intende. 40
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