_Fel._ Then, of very ryght, With Magnyfycence, this noble prynce of myght, Sholde be your dwellynge, in my consyderacyon. _Magn._ Yet we wyll therin take good delyberacyon. _Fan._ As in that, I wyll not be agaynst your pleasure. _Fel._ Syr, hardely remembre what may your name auaunce. 280 _Magn._ Largesse is laudable, so it in measure be. _Fan._ Largesse is he that all prynces doth auaunce; I reporte me herein to Kynge Lewes of Fraunce. _Fel._ Why haue ye hym named, and all other refused? _Fan._ For, syth he dyed, largesse was lytell vsed. Plucke vp your mynde, syr; what ayle you to muse? Haue ye not welthe here at your wyll? It is but a maddynge, these wayes that ye vse: What auayleth lordshyp, yourselfe for to kyll With care and with thought howe Jacke shall haue Gyl? 290 _Magn._ What? I haue aspyed ye are a carles page. _Fan._ By God, syr, ye se but fewe wyse men of myne age; But couetyse hath blowen you so full of wynde, That _colica passio_ hath gropyd you by the guttys. _Fel._ In fayth, broder Largesse, you haue a mery mynde. _Fan._ In fayth, I set not by the worlde two Dauncaster cuttys. _Magn._ Ye wante but a wylde flyeng bolte to shote at the buttes: Though Largesse ye hyght, your langage is to large; For whiche ende goth forwarde ye take lytell charge. _Fel._ Let se, this checke yf ye voyde canne. 300 _Fan._ In faythe, els had I gone to longe to scole, But yf I coulde knowe a gose from a swanne. _Magn._ Wel, wyse men may ete the fysshe, when ye shal draw the pole. _Fan._ In fayth, I wyll not say that ye shall proue a fole, But ofte tymes haue I sene wyse men do mad dedys. _Magn._ Go, shake the dogge,[784] hay, syth ye wyll nedys! You are nothynge mete with vs for to dwell, That with your lorde and mayster so pertly can prate: Gete you hens, I say, by my counsell; I wyll not vse you to play with me checke mate. 310 _Fan._ Syr, yf I haue offended your noble estate, I trow I haue brought you suche wrytynge of recorde, That I shall haue you agayne my good lorde: To you recommendeth Sad Cyrcumspeccyon, And sendeth you this wrytynge closed vnder sele. _Magn._ This wrytynge is welcome with harty affeccyon: Why kepte you it thus longe? howe dothe he? wele? _Fan._ Syr, thanked be God, he hath his hele. _Magn._ Welthe, gete you home, and commaunde me to Mesure; Byd hym take good hede to you, my synguler tresure. 320 _Fel._ Is there ony thynge elles your grace wyll commaunde me? _Magn._ Nothynge but fare you well tyll sone; And that he take good kepe to Lyberte. _Fel._ Your pleasure, syr, shortely shall be done. _Magn._ I shall come to you myselfe, I trowe, this after none.[785] I pray you, Larges, here to remayne, Whylest I knowe what this letter dothe contayne.