_Fol._ Nowe then goo we hens, away the mare![827] _CRAFTY CONUEYAUNCE alone in the place._ _Cr. Con._ It is wonder to se the worlde aboute, To se what foly is vsed in euery place; Foly hath a rome, I say, in euery route, To put, where he lyst, Foly hath fre chace; Foly and Fansy all where, euery man dothe face and brace; Foly fotyth it properly, Fansy ledyth the dawnce; And next come I after, Crafty Conueyaunce. Who so to me gyueth good aduertence, 1350 Shall se many thyngys donne craftely: By me conueyed is wanton insolence, Pryuy poyntmentys conueyed so properly, For many tymes moche kyndnesse is denyed For drede that we dare not ofte lest we be spyed; By me is conueyed mykyll praty ware, Somtyme, I say, behynde the dore for nede; I haue an hoby can make larkys to dare; I knyt togyther many a broken threde. It is great almesse the hungre[828] to fede, 1360 To clothe the nakyd where is lackynge a smocke, Trymme at her tayle, or a man can turne a socke: What howe, be ye mery! was it not well conueyed? As oft as ye lyst, so honeste be sauyd; Alas, dere harte, loke that we be not perseyuyd! Without crafte nothynge is well behauyd; Though I shewe you curtesy, say not that I craue,[829] Yet conuey it craftely, and hardely spare not for me, So that there knowe no man but I and she. Thefte also and pety brybery 1370 Without me be full oft aspyed; My inwyt delynge there can no man dyscry, Conuey it be crafte, lyft and lay asyde: Full moche flatery and falsehode I hyde, And by crafty conueyaunce I wyll, and I can, Saue a stronge thefe and hange a trew man. But some man wolde conuey, and can not skyll, As malypert tauernars that checke with theyr betters, Theyr conueyaunce weltyth the worke all by wyll; And some wyll take vpon them to conterfet letters, 1380 And therwithall conuey hymselfe into a payre of fetters; And some wyll conuey by the pretence of sadnesse, Tyll all theyr conueyaunce is turnyd into madnesse. Crafty conueyaunce is no chyldys game: By crafty conueyaunce many one is brought vp of nought; Crafty Conueyaunce can cloke hymselfe frome shame, For by crafty conueyaunce wonderful thynges are wrought: By conuayaunce crafty I haue brought Vnto Magnyfyce[nce] a full vngracyous sorte, For all hokes vnhappy to me haue resorte. 1390 _Here cometh in MAGNYFYCENCE with LYBERTE and FELYCYTE._ _Magn._ Trust me, Lyberte, it greueth me ryght sore To se you thus ruled and stande in suche awe. _Lyb._ Syr, as by my wyll, it shall be so no more. _Fel._ Yet lyberte without rule is not worth a strawe. _Magn._ Tushe, holde your peas, ye speke lyke a dawe; Ye shall be occupyed, Welthe, at my wyll. _Cr. Con._ All that ye say, syr, is reason and skyll.