PARMENO

what Say you. ¶ It is sempronio with that old bearded hoar Be you they my master so soar for does long ¶ wherefore to her do you make such sorrow Think you in her ars there is any shame The contrary who telleth you be never his borrow For as much she gloryfyeth her in her name To be called and old hoar as you would of fame Dog in the street and children at every door Bark and cry out there goes and old hoar you that lou that one Cryto better ago For a falls hoar the devil over throw her My mother when she died gave me to her alone And a sterker baud was there never none For that I know I dare well see Let see the continued ̄ trary who can lay ¶ I have be at her hows & seen her trynkette For painting thing innumerable Squalmys & alms I wonder where she get The thing that she hath with folk for to fable And to all baudry ever agreeable yet worse then that which will never be laft Not only a baud but a which by her craft Hark hydyr sempronyo here is but we three In that I have said canst thou dcnye ¶ How Say you my lords see you not this smoke In my masters eyes y to they do cast The one hath his chain the other his cloak And I am sure they will have all at last Ensample may be by this y e is passed How seruau ̄ 'tis be dissaytfull in their masters folly Nothing but for lucre is all their bawdry what a old woman sing / Go to when thou Wilt I am ready Thou shnldyst Say it lies not in me old hoar A thou old matron it were alms thou were dead How woldestthou pluck me up to thy bed head ¶ And inbrace me hard unto thy belly And for thou smelly dyst oldly I ran from the ¶ Mother celestyne I wot not what you mean Calisto is my master and so I will take him And as for riches I de you it clean For who so ever with wrong rich does make him Sooner than he got it / it will forsake him I love to life in joyful poverty And to serve my w to truth and honest And who arusa / Nam mother celystyne I purpose not so A man should be continued ̄ versant I here tell with them that be ill & think to do well ¶ Sempronyo his ensample shall not make me Better nor worse nor his fautꝭ will I hide But mother celestyne a question to the Is not sin a non in one espied That is drowned in delight / how should he provide Agains virtue to save his honest ¶ In faith it maketh no force nor matter Much Marry I say plainly that yonder old which And sempronio to gether will undo the ¶ Lo sirs my master you see is angry But this it is tell folys for their profit warn Them for their wealth it is but folly For stryk Them on the he'll and as Much wit Shall continued ̄ forth as at their forehede to ꝑscyue it Go thy way calesto for on my charge Thy thryft is sealed up though thou be at large ¶ Oh how unhappy I am to be trem For other men win by falsehood & flattery I less for my troth the world does so ensue Troth is put back & taken for folly Therefore now I will change my copy If I had done as celystyne bade me Lalysto his Minion Still would have had me ¶ This gyuyth me warning from hens forward how to deal w to him for all thing as he will I will the same forward or backward I will go Straight to him and follow him still Say as he say be it good or ill And sith these vawde get good provoking lechery I trust flattery shall speed as well as bawdry you but take not to hie / & cantan ¶ How Say you now by this little young foal pineno son to albert the old I dwelled w to the by the river where wine was sold And thy mother I trow height claudena That a wild fire bren the celestena