_Magn._ Mayster Suruayour, where haue ye ben so longe? Remembre ye not how my lyberte by mesure ruled was? _Cr. Con._ In good faythe, syr, me semeth he had the more wronge. 1400 _Lyb._ Mary, syr, so dyd he excede and passe, They droue me to lernynge lyke a dull asse. _Fel._ It is good yet that lyberte be ruled by reason. _Magn._ Tushe, holde your peas, ye speke out of season: Yourselfe shall be ruled by lyberte and largesse. _Fel._ I am content, so it in measure be. _Lyb._ Must mesure, in the mares name, you furnysshe and dresse? _Magn._ Nay, nay, not so, my frende Felycyte. _Cr. Con._ Not, and your grace wolde be ruled by me. _Lyb._ Nay, he shall be ruled euen as I lyst. 1410 _Fel._ Yet it is good to beware of Had I wyst. _Magn._ Syr, by lyberte and largesse I wyll that ye shall Be gouerned and gyded: wote ye what I say? Mayster Suruayour, Largesse to me call. _Cr. Con._ It shall be done. _Magn._ Ye, but byd hym come away At ones, and let hym not tary all day. _Here goth out CRAFTY CONUAYAUNCE._ _Fel._ Yet it is good wysdome to worke wysely by welth. _Lyb._ Holde thy tonge, and thou loue thy helth. _Magn._ What, wyll ye waste wynde, and prate thus in vayne? 1420 Ye haue eten sauce, I trowe, at the Taylers Hall. _Lyb._ Be not to bolde, my frende; I counsell you, bere a brayne. _Magn._ And what so we say, holde you content withall. _Fel._ Syr, yet without sapyence your substaunce may be smal; For, where is no mesure, howe may worshyp endure? _Here cometh in FANSY._ _Fan._ Syr, I am here at your pleasure; Your grace sent for me, I wene; what is your wyll? _Magn._ Come hyther, Largesse, take here Felycyte. _Fan._ Why, wene you that I can kepe hym longe styll? _Magn._ To rule as ye lyst, lo, here is Lyberte! 1430 _Lyb._ I am here redy. _Fan._ What, shall we haue welth at our gydynge to rule as we lyst? Then fare well thryfte, by hym that crosse kyst! _Fel._ I truste your grace wyll be agreabyll That I shall suffer none impechment By theyr demenaunce nor losse repryuable. _Magn._ Syr, ye shall folowe myne appetyte and intent. _Fel._ So it be by mesure I am ryght well content. _Fan._ What, all by mesure, good syr, and none excesse? _Lyb._ Why, welth hath made many a man braynlesse. 1440 _Fel._ That was by the menys of to moche lyberte. _Magn._ What can ye agree thus and appose? _Fel._ Syr, as I say, there was no faute in me. _Lyb._ Ye, of Jackeathrommys bybyll can ye make a glose? _Fan._ Sore sayde, I tell you, and well to the purpose: What sholde a man do with you, loke you vnder kay.[830] _Fel._ I say, it is foly to gyue all welth away. _Lyb._ Whether sholde welth be rulyd by lyberte, Or lyberte by welth? let se, tell me that. _Fel._ Syr, as me semeth, ye sholde be rulyd by me. 1450