_Lyb._ What, is the worlde thus come to passe? Cockes armes, syrs, wyll ye not se Howe he is vndone by the meanes of me? For yf Measure had ruled Lyberte as he began, This lurden that here lyeth had ben a noble man. But he abused so his free lyberte, That nowe he hath loste all his felycyte, 2140 Not thorowe largesse of lyberall expence, But by the way of fansy insolence; For lyberalyte is most conuenyent A prynce to vse with all his hole intent, Largely rewardynge them that haue deseruyd, And so shall a noble man nobly be seruyd: But nowe adayes as huksters they hucke and they stycke, And pynche at the payment of a poddynge prycke; A laudable largesse, I tell you, for a lorde, To prate for the patchynge of a pot sharde! 2150 Spare for the spence of a noble, that his honour myght saue, And spende c.s̄. for the pleasure of a knaue! But so longe they[858] rekyn with theyr reasons amysse, That they lose theyr lyberte and all that there is. _Magn._ Alasse, that euer I occupyed suche abusyon! _Lyb._ Ye, for nowe it hath brought thé to confusyon: For, where I am occupyed and vsyd wylfully, It can not contynew longe prosperyously; As euydently in retchlesse youth ye may se, Howe many come to myschefe for to moche lyberte; 2160 And some in the worlde theyr brayne is so ydyll, That they set theyr chyldren to rynne on the brydyll, In youth to be wanton and let them haue theyr wyll; And they neuer thryue in theyr age, it shall not gretly skyll: Some fall to foly them selfe for to spyll, And some fall prechynge at the Toure Hyll; Some hath so moche lyberte of one thynge and other, That nother they set by father and mother; Some haue so moche lyberte that they fere no synne, Tyll, as ye se many tymes, they shame all theyr kynne. 2170 I am so lusty to loke on, so freshe, and so fre, That nonnes wyll leue theyr holynes, and ryn after me; Freers with foly I make them so fayne, They cast vp theyr obedyence to cache me agayne, At lyberte to wander and walke ouer all, That lustely they lepe somtyme theyr cloyster wall. _Hic aliquis buccat in cornu a retro post populum._ Yonder is a horson for me doth rechate: Adewe, syrs, for I thynke leyst that I come to late.[859] _Magn._ O good Lorde, howe longe shall I indure This mysery, this carefull wrechydnesse? 2180 Of worldly welthe, alasse, who can be sure? In Fortunys frendshyppe there is no stedfastnesse: She hath dyssayuyd me with her doublenesse. For to be wyse all men may lerne of me, In welthe to beware of herde aduersyte. _Here cometh in CRAFTY CONUEYAUNCE, [and] CLOKED COLUSYON, with a lusty laughter._ _Cr. Con._ Ha, ha, ha! for laughter I am lyke to brast. _Cl. Col._ Ha, ha, ha! for sporte I am lyke to spewe and cast. _Cr. Con._ What has thou gotted in faythe to thy share?