_Magn._ To assure you of my noble porte and fame, Who lyst to knowe, Magnyfycence I hyght. But, Measure my frende, what hyght this mannys name? _Meas._ Syr, though ye be a noble prynce of myght, Yet in this man you must set your delyght; And, syr, this other mannys name is Lyberte. 170 _Magn._ Welcome, frendys, ye are bothe vnto me: But nowe let me knowe of your conuersacyon. _Fel._ Pleasyth your grace, Felycyte they me call. _Lyb._ And I am Lyberte, made of in euery nacyon. _Magn._ Conuenyent persons for any prynce ryall. Welthe with Lyberte, with me bothe dwell ye shall, To the gydynge of my Measure you bothe commyttynge: That Measure be mayster, vs semeth it is syttynge. _Meas._ Where as ye haue, syr, to me them assygned, Suche order, I trust, with them for to take, 180 So that welthe with measure shalbe conbyned, And lyberte his large with measure shall make. _Fel._ Your ordenaunce, syr, I wyll not forsake. _Lyb._ And I my selfe hooly to you wyll inclyne. _Magn._ Then may I say that ye be seruauntys myne, For by measure, I warne you, we thynke to be gydyd; Wherin it is necessary my pleasure you knowe, Measure and I wyll neuer be deuydyd For no dyscorde that any man can sawe; For measure is a meane, nother to by nor to lawe, 190 In whose attemperaunce I haue suche delyght, That measure shall neuer departe from my syght. _Fel._ Laudable your consayte is to be acountyd; For welthe without measure sodenly wyll slyde. _Lyb._ As your grace full nobly hath recountyd, Measure with noblenesse sholde be alyde. _Magn._ Then, Lyberte, se that Measure be your gyde, For I wyll vse you by his aduertysment. _Fel._ Then shall you haue with you prosperyte resydent. _Meas._ I trowe, good fortune hath annexyd vs together, 200 To se howe greable we are of one mynde; There is no flaterer, nor losyll so lyther, This lynkyd chayne of loue that can vnbynde. Nowe that ye haue me chefe ruler assyngned, I wyll endeuour me to order euery thynge Your noblenesse and honour consernynge. _Lyb._ In ioy and myrthe your mynde shalbe inlargyd, And not embracyd with pusyllanymyte; But plenarly all thought from you must be dyschargyd, If ye lyst to lyue after your fre lyberte: 210 All delectacyons aquayntyd is with me, By me all persons worke what they lyste. _Meas._ Hem, syr, yet beware of Had I wyste! Lyberte in some cause becomyth a gentyll mynde, Bycause course of measure, yf I be in the way: Who countyth[782] without me, is caste to fer behynde Of his rekenynge, as euydently we may Se[783] at our eye the worlde day by day; For defaute of measure all thynge dothe excede.