_Red._ What, brother Perceueraunce! surely well met. _Sad Cyr._ Ye com hether as well as can be thought. _Per._ I herde say that Aduersyte with Magnyfycence had fought. _Magn._ Ye, syr, with aduersyte I haue bene vexyd; 2490 But goodhope and redresse hath mendyd myne estate, And sad cyrcumspeccyon to me they haue annexyd.[872] _Red._ What this man hath sayd, perceyue ye his sentence?[873] _Magn._ Ye, syr, from hym my corage shall neuer flyt. _Sad Cyr._ Accordynge to treuth they be well deuysyd. _Magn._ Syrs, I am agreed to abyde your ordenaunce, Faythfull[874] assuraunce with good peraduertaunce. _Per._ Yf you be so myndyd, we be ryght glad. _Red._ And ye shall haue more worshyp then euer ye had. _Magn._ Well, I perceyue in you there is moche sadnesse, 2500 Grauyte of counsell, prouydence, and wyt; Your comfortable aduyse and wyt excedyth all gladnesse. But frendly I wyll refrayne you ferther, or we flyt, Whereto were most metely my corage to knyt: Your myndys I beseche you here in to expresse, Commensynge this processe at mayster Redresse. _Red._ Syth vnto me formest this processe is erectyd, Herein I wyll aforse me to shewe you my mynde. Fyrst, from your magnyfycence syn must be abiectyd, In all your warkys more grace shall ye fynde; 2510 Be gentyll then of corage, and lerne to be kynde, For of noblenesse the chefe poynt is to be lyberall, So that your largesse be not to prodygall. _Sad Cyr._ Lyberte to a lorde belongyth of ryght, But wylfull waywardnesse muste walke out of the way; Measure of your lustys must haue the ouersyght, And not all the nygarde nor the chyncherde to play; Let neuer negarshyp your noblenesse affray; In your rewardys vse suche moderacyon That nothynge be gyuen without consyderacyon. 2520 _Per._ To the increse of your honour then arme you with ryght, And fumously adresse you with magnanymyte; And euer let the drede of God be in your syght; And knowe your selfe mortall, for all your dygnyte; Set not all your affyaunce in Fortune full of gyle; Remember this lyfe lastyth but a whyle. _Magn._ Redresse, in my remembraunce your lesson shall rest, And Sad Cyrcumspeccyon I marke in my mynde: But, Perseueraunce, me semyth your probleme was best; I shall it neuer forget nor leue it behynde, 2530 But hooly to perseueraunce my selfe I wyll bynde, Of that I haue mysdone to make a redresse, And with sad cyrcumspeccyon correcte my vantonnesse.