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Sir I am content iwis To do you any servis That ever I can do Yes sir I warrant you if you will be ruled by me I shall you bring to hit degree Marry I shall tell you Consider you have good enough And think you come of noble kind Above all men exalt thy mind Put down the poor and set nought by them Be in company with gentle men Jet up and down in the way And your clothes look they be gay The Pretty wenches will say than Yonder goes a gentlemen And every poor fellow that goes you by Will do of his cap and make you curteisie In faith this is true ¶Sir I shall do my diligence To bring her to your presence ¶Sir I have fulfilled your intent And have brought you in this present that you have sent me fort In faith I will be rector chorye Nay no fellow ne yet mate I trow thy fellow be in Newgate Shall we tell the weather we go Nay iwis good John a Pepo who learned the thou mistaught man To speak so to a gentleman Though his clothes be never so thine Yet he is come of noble kin Though thou give him such a mock yet he is come of a noble stock I let the well to wire ¶We shall see how they can please Fit down sir and take your ease Me think these same were full meet To go about your fair feet ¶Let us Begin all at once Then shall you do well if you be ruled by our counsel we will bring you to High degree And promote you to dignity Ask him if he will do so To forsake us and follow you two Nay I warrant you nay I will not him forsake Neither early ne late I wend he would not forsake me But if it will none otherwise be I will go my way ¶Sir it were expedyente that you had a wife To live with her all your life Lo youth I told the that I would bring her with me Sir I pray worser tell me now How does she Like you High the apace and go we hence we will let for none expense Now let us goo for gods sake And see how merry we can make Riot we tarry long High the apace and come again And bring with the a good chain To hold him here still. Lightly see thou avoid the place Or I shall gyve thee on the face Youth I trow that he would Make you holy or you be old And I swear by the road It is time enough to be good When that you be old Nay I warrant the No master I pray you of that For any thing for sake us nat And all our counsel rule you by You may be Emperor or you die