_Fel._ Of that I intende to make demonstracyon, It askyth lesure with good aduertysment. Fyrst, I say, we owght to haue in consyderacyon, That lyberte be lynkyd with the chayne of countenaunce, Lyberte to let from all maner offence; For lyberte at large is lothe to be stoppyd, But with countenaunce your corage must be croppyd. _Lyb._ Then thus to you— _Fel._ Nay, suffer me yet ferther to say, And peraduenture I shall content your mynde. 50 Lyberte, I wote well, forbere no man there may, It is so swete in all maner of kynde; Howe be it lyberte makyth many a man blynde; By lyberte is done many a great excesse; Lyberte at large wyll oft wax reklesse: Perceyue ye this parcell? _Lyb._ Ye, syr, passyng well: But, and you wolde me permyt To shewe parte of my wyt, Somwhat I coulde enferre, 60 Your consayte to debarre, Vnder supportacyon Of pacyent tolleracyon. _Fel._ God forbyd ye sholde be let Your reasons forth to fet; Wherfore at lyberte Say what ye wyll to me. _Lyb._ Brefly to touche of my purpose the effecte; Lyberte is laudable and pryuylegyd from lawe, Judycyall rygoure shall not me correcte— 70 _Fel._ Softe, my frende; herein your reason is but rawe. _Lyb._ Yet suffer me to say the surpluse of my sawe; What wote ye where vpon I wyll conclude? I say, there is no welthe where as lyberte is subdude; I trowe ye can not say nay moche to this; To lyue vnder lawe, it is captyuyte; Where drede ledyth the daunce, there is no ioy nor blysse; Or howe can you proue that there is felycyte, And you haue not your owne fre lyberte To sporte at your pleasure, to ryn and to ryde? 80 Where lyberte is absent, set welthe asyde. _Hic intrat MEASURE._ _Meas._ Cryst you assyste in your altrycacyon! _Fel._ Why, haue you harde of our dysputacyon? _Meas._ I parceyue well howe eche of you doth reason. _Lyb._ Mayster Measure, you be come in good season. _Meas._ And it is wonder that your wylde insolence Can be content with Measure presence. _Fel._ Wolde it please you then— _Lyb._ Vs to informe and ken— _Meas._ A, ye be wonders men! 90 Your langage is lyke the penne Of hym that wryteth to fast. _Fel._ Syr, yf any worde haue past Me other fyrst or last, To you I arecte it, and cast Therof the reformacyon. _Lyb._ And I of the same facyon; Howe be it, by protestacyon, Dyspleasure that you none take, Some reason we must make. 100 _Meas._ That wyll not I forsake, So it in measure be: Come of, therfore, let se; Shall I begynne or ye? _Fel._ Nay, ye shall begynne, by my wyll. _Lyb._ It is reason and skyll, We your pleasure fulfyll.