_Good._ Syr, your fesycyan is the grace of God, That you hath punysshed with his sharpe rod. Goodhope, your potecary assygned am I: That Goddes grace hath vexed you sharply, 2380 And payned you with a purgacyon of odyous pouerte, Myxed with bytter alowes of herde aduersyte; Nowe must I make you a lectuary softe, I to mynyster it, you to receyue it ofte, With rubarbe of repentaunce in you for to rest; With drammes of deuocyon your dyet must be drest; With gommes goostly of glad herte and mynde, To thanke God of his sonde, and comforte ye shal fynde. Put fro you presumpcyon and admyt humylyte, And hartely thanke God of your aduersyte; 2390 And loue that Lorde that for your loue was dede, Wounded from the fote to the crowne of the hede: For who loueth God can ayle nothynge but good; He may helpe you, he may mende your mode: Prosperyte to[868] hym is gyuen solacyusly to man, Aduersyte to hym therwith nowe and than; Helthe of body his besynesse to acheue, Dysease and sekenesse his conscyence to dyscryue, Afflyccyon and trouble to proue his pacyence, Contradyccyon to proue his sapyence, 2400 Grace of assystence his measure to declare, Somtyme to fall, another tyme to beware: And nowe ye haue had, syr, a wonderous fall, To lerne you hereafter for to beware withall. Howe say you, syr? can ye these wordys grope? _Magn._ Ye, syr, nowe am I armyd with goodhope, And sore I repent me of my wylfulnesse: I aske God mercy of my neglygence,[869] Vnder goodhope endurynge euer styll, Me humbly commyttynge vnto Goddys wyll. 2410 _Good._ Then shall you be sone delyuered from dystresse, For nowe I se comynge to youwarde Redresse. _Hic intrat REDRESSE._ _Red._ Cryst be amonge you and the Holy Goste! _Good._ He be your conducte, the Lorde of myghtys moste! _Red._ Syr, is your pacyent any thynge amendyd? _Good._ Ye, syr, he is sory for that he hath offendyd. _Red._ How fele you your selfe, my frend? how is your mynde? _Magn._ A wrechyd man, syr, to my Maker vnkynde. _Red._ Ye, but haue ye repentyd you with harte contryte? _Magn._ Syr, the repentaunce I haue, no man can wryte. 2420 _Red._ And haue ye banyshed from you all dyspare? _Magn._ Ye, holly to goodhope I haue made my repare. _Good._ Questyonlesse he doth me assure In goodhope alway for to indure. _Red._ Than stande vp, syr, in Goddys name! And I truste to ratyfye and amende your fame. Goodhope, I pray you with harty affeccyon To sende ouer to me Sad Cyrcumspeccyon. _Good._ Syr, your requeste shall not be delayed. _Et exeat._ _Red._ Now surely, Magnyfycence, I am ryght well apayed 2430 Of that I se you nowe in the state of grace; Nowe shall ye be renewyd with solace: Take nowe vpon you this abylyment, And to that I say gyue good aduysement.