_Pouer._ Syr, remembre the tourne of Fortunes whele, That wantonly can wynke, and wynche with her hele. Nowe she wyll laughe, forthwith she wyll frowne; 2050 Sodenly set vp, and sodenly pluckyd downe: She dawnsyth varyaunce with mutabylyte; Nowe all in welth, forthwith in pouerte: In her promyse there is no sykernesse; All her delyte is set in doublenesse. _Magn._ Alas, of Fortune I may well complayne! _Pouer._ Ye, syr, yesterday wyll not be callyd agayne: But yet, syr, nowe in this case, Take it mekely, and thanke God of his grace; For nowe go I wyll begge for you some mete; 2060 It is foly agaynst God for to plete; I wyll walke nowe with my beggers baggys, And happe you the whyles with these homly raggys. _Discedendo[855] dicat ista verba._ A, howe my lymmys be lyther and lame! Better it is to begge than to be hangyd with shame; Yet many had leuer hangyd to be, Then for to begge theyr mete for charyte: They thynke it no shame to robbe and stele, Yet were they better to begge a great dele; For by robbynge they rynne to _in manus tuas_ quecke, 2070 But beggynge is better medecyne for the necke; Ye, mary, is it, ye, so mote I goo: A Lorde God, howe the gowte wryngeth me by the too! _Here MAGNYFYCENCE dolorously maketh his mone._ _Magn._ O feble fortune, O doulfull destyny! O hatefull happe, O carefull cruelte! O syghynge sorowe, O thoughtfull mysere! O rydlesse rewthe, O paynfull pouerte! O dolorous herte, O harde aduersyte! O odyous dystresse, O dedly payne and woo! For worldly shame I wax bothe wanne and bloo. 2080 Where is nowe my welth and my noble estate? Where is nowe my treasure, my landes, and my rent? Where is nowe all my seruauntys that I had here a late? Where is nowe my golde vpon them that I spent? Where is nowe all my ryche abylement? Where is nowe my kynne, my frendys, and my noble blood? Where is nowe all my pleasure and my worldly good? Alasse, my foly! alasse, my wanton wyll! I may no more speke, tyll I haue wept my fyll. [_Here cometh in LYBERTE._]