How were other hanged and thou let go by.

That I might lerne of you to know the playe.

Dirisiō.

To play horson, what menist thou by that.
By god me thought even now ye were in a Iniuri.

Beware ever amonge of the frery clarkes bell.

It is doubtfull to mee all that thou spekest. Dixisyon. I pray thee spell it thy self & tell me what thou menest. But woldest thou nedes so fayne know it

I tell thee with Albion and Justyce I am knyt

Therfore it were wysdome for thee

To beware what thou sayest before mee.

Iniuri.

What horeson then thou hast forsaken mee Divisio

Nay I had lever ye were skynned all three Iniuri. For I haue turned the wronge syde of my hode

And tolde them my name was manhode
And now by god in any wyse

For both our eases I must haue thyne advyse.
What hast thou now chaunged thyne olde

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To Justyce and Albyon to be a comen hoby,
Or art thou a ferde of thy olde name
That in every place is had in fame

Divisio.

And is supported in such suffrentie

From the lowest unto the hyest degree.
Nay by god I was not aferd

It was but for to claw theyr berde
Or rub it of all that they ment

That I myght know all theyr intent

Wherof the matter is to longe to tell
For the tyme that we dyd mell

But shortly to shew thee for a conclusyon.

Theyr mynde is to brynge us both to confusyon.

I pray thee by what meane

Iniuri.

Divisio.

Albyon hath sent Justyce to Pryncipaltie Iniuri.

To have assystence, and mee to suffreyntie
Of the Lordes temporall to have theyr ayde
That Justyce in no wyse shuld be delayde.
And this thou knowest well inough perdye
Thus they meane to destroy thee and mee
And as for Justyce foorth is gone
Speede as he can, but I taryed alone
And yet I wolde no messenger bee
Tyll I had the advyce of thee

Therfore how sayest thou now in thys case

Wee shall not be idle to play at thys bace.

Tush as for this I care not a puddyng prycke Divisiō.

For wee two wyll go thorow thyn and thycke

May gresse theyr heades euery chone

Though they be as harde as rocke or stone.

I pray thee tell me howe.

Fyrst I myselfe wyll enterpryse

That peace shall have no exersyse

Iniury.

Divisio.

Betweene the comons and Pryncipalitie

Nor betweene lords spiritual & lords of the temporalytie.

Or you go ani further tel me by what mene Iniury.

I have two spyes of great exercyse

The one is called double devyce
Hym wyll I sende I may tell thee
Unto the court to Pryncypalytye

Divisio.

And hym wyll I charge that wyth hys provisyon
Pryncypalytye and the comons to set at dyvysyon
The seconde spye is called olde debate

A syngular felow with a ballyd pate

Hym wyll I send to the lordes spirituall

To cause them to wrangle wt the lords temporall

What shall they use in their devise.

The one to principalytie shall surmyse

That the comons hartes do ayrse
Against him, when that he doth aske

In tyme of neede, our money for taske,

His harte to mooue with such unkyndnes.
Then the same spye shall use lyke doublenes
And
go to the comons and to them tell

That Principalytie with equtie doth rebell

More to hys lucre in euerie deale

Applyeng his affection then to the comen weale

And how that he of neglygence

Doth not apply for theyr defence.

Neither by Sea nor by londe

Neither by hye wayes, neither by stronde

But theues and raueners and murders eke

Dayly true men they pursue and seke

Iniuri.

Divisio.

And that his lawes indifferently

Be not used, but maintenaunce and brybary
Is suffred alone without reformacion,
That the poore comons is in altercation
Of this matter and wote not what to say

Bringing them in opinion yt they ought not to pay
To pryncypalitie theyr duety of very desarte

Except lyke duetie be mynistred on hys parte.

I make god a vowe this is a soverayne bayte Iniuri. To brynge our purpose to a narow strayte

But what shall the other spye then do

A felowshyp tell me that also.

Mary he shall enfourme the lordes temporall Diuisio. That the spyrytuall men wolde rule all

And saye it were shame to them by the rood
That ben dyscended from the noble blood
To suffer any other of such powre to bee
To haue the governaunce about principaltyie
Sythen they inheritoures are borne to bee
Of the hye counsell by blood and dygntye
Which medycyne I trow will not lyghlie starte
Till it hath tyckled them all by the harte
Then shall the same spye tast the other parte
And turne to them the wronge side of the carte
And say that god of his hye great grace
To them hath geuen good fortune and space
By lerning sadnes and gravitie

And for theyr due reward in honour to bee
And bere to them boldly in hand

That they ought by reason to rule thys land
Because the power of temporaltie

Hath no knowledge in conning perdie
Neyther in youth will labour the passage
Of paine for vertue to rule in age

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So that if they rulers wold bee
They know not how for in suffycientie
Thus will I devide by thys proper trayne
That peace amongst them shall not rayne.

Mary thys is a cast of a new horse combe
To rub any on the navyll that hath a tickle wōbe
This gere will worke after my fantasye

To make of an olde grudge a new frenesie
And this openeth the gate euen for mee
That both the one and the other degree

Shall wrastle with them selfe in such afflictions

Iniuri.

That euerychone shal disdayne at other jurisdictions.

Injuri.

What wilt thou do the let me here thy cast. Divisiō. This gentle sede will I sowe at the last When Peace by thee is in perplexitie And wote not in what parte quyete to bee Then Justice must euer be in doubt Which parte at nede shall bere hym out So that for my part he shall stand styll

Whyle I ronne at large and haue all my wyll.

But to what conclusion wylt thou bryng it Divisiō. then

Why knowest not thou, then harke me man Iniuri. This Justice is a felow of a farr cast

And dryueth such dryftes to rule at the last

And Peace is hys brother of one degree

Which hath a fayre daughter that is called plentie
And Albion as long as rest him treates

Hee loveth fayre flesh of all meates

And it is a comen saieng that Justice Peace and hee
Will conclude a maryage with fayre dame plentie

And then wyll Albyon that olde soot

With rest and peace so on her doot
That than shee by her and her freindes

Shall sayle in stormes at all wyndes.