WANTONNESS

¶ My Sovereign Lord and Prince but peir, Quhat garris ȝow make sic dreary coheir Be blithe sa Long as ȝear heir, And pass time with pleasure: For also Long leifis the mirrie man, As the sorry for ocht he can: His banis full sair Sir shall I ban That dois ȝow displeasure. Sa Long as Placebo and I, Remains into ȝour company, Ȝour grace shall leif riched mirrely: Of this have ȝe nam doubt. Sa Long as ȝe have us in cure Ȝour grace sir shall want nam pleasure: War Solace heir I ȝow assure, He walled rejoice this rout. I left Solace that same great loun Drinkand into the burrows town, It will cost him half of ane crown, Althocht he had nam More. And also he said he walled gang see Fair lady Sensuality, The burial of all beauty And portratour preclair. I trow Sir be the Trinity Ȝon same is Sensuality, Give it be scho soon shall I sie That Soverance sereine. Or ȝe tuik skaith be Gods Gone, []I lever their war not up nor down Ane tume cunt into this town, Nor twenty mile about. Doubt ȝe nought Sir, bot we will get his, We shall be feirie for till fetch his, Bot faith we walled speid all the better, Till gar our purses rout Ȝe of this sang sir we ar feign, We shall neither spair wind nor rain Till our days work be done: Fairweill for we ar at the flicht, Placebo rewll our Roy at riched: We shall be heir man or midnicht, Thought we march with the Moan. In faith I trow we be at the farest. Now well said be our Lady, He bair my Master company, Till that I may endure: Give ȝe be quisland wantounlie, We shall fling on the flure. Quhy cried ȝe sir till I had done? Marry leirand how my father me got. I wait nought how it stands but doubt. Me think the World rinnis round about. They will be heir incontinent, Stand still and heir quhat they will say. Better go revel at the rackat, Or else go to the hurly hackat, Or then to schaw our curtly corsses, Gam see quha best can rin their horses. Now braid benedicite, Quhat thing is ȝon that I see? Lycia Solace my heart: Backwart, backwart, out wallaway? It is great shame for them I say, Backwart to gang: I trow the King Correction, Man make ane reformation: Or it be Long. Now let us go and tell the King, Pausa. Sir we have seen ane mervelous thing Be our judgement: The thrie estaits of this Region, Ar cummand backwart throw this town, To the Parliament Believe ȝe Sir that Lechery be sin, Nam, trow nought that, this is my ressoun quhy, First at the Romance Kirk will ȝe begin Quhilk is the lemand lamp of lechery: Where Cardinals and Bishops generally To luif Ladies they think ane pleasant sport, And out of Room hes baneist Chastity Quha with our Prelates can get nam resort. Dame Sensual baith Good and fair. That sal be done, bot ȝit or I hame pass, Heir I protest for Hamelynes ȝour las. Now hay for joy and mirth I dance, Taken their ane gay gamond of France: Am I nought worthy till avance? That am sa Good a page: And that sa speedily can rin, To tyst my master unto sin, The fiend a penny he will win Of this his marriage. []I rew riched sair be sanct Michell, Nor I had pierced his my awin fell: For quhy ȝon King be Bryds bell Kennis nam More of ane cunt: Nor dois the noueis of ane freir: It war bot almis to pull my eir, That walled not preif ȝon gallant geir: Fie that I am sa blunt. I think this day to win great thank, Hay, as ane brydlit cat I brank: Alace I have wreistit my schank, Yet gangis be sanct Michael. Quhilk of my leggis Sirs as ȝe trow Was it that I did hurtevin now? Bot quhairto should I speir at ȝow I think they baith ar hiall. ¶Good morrow Master be the Mes, Marry Wantonness the Kings secretair, Humanity that riched redoutit Roy, Quhilk dois commend him to ȝow hartfullie And sends ȝow heir ane ring with ane Ruby In taken that abuife all creator He hes chosen ȝow to be his Paramonr: He bade me say that he will be bot dead, Without that ȝe make hastily remeid. Now Sir preife as ȝe pleis, I see his cumand, Use ȝour self gravely, we shall by ȝow stand. Now Lady len me that batye tout Fill in for I am dry. ¶[] Ȝour dame be this truly, Hes got upon the gumis Quhat rak thought ȝe and I Go iunne our justing Lumis, Right well be him that herry it hell: Ȝour erand is well done. We grant my lord we have done ill, Therefore we put us in ȝour will, Bot we haife be abusit: For in gudefaith Sir we beleifit, That lechery had nam man greifit, Because it is sa used. My Lords we pray ȝow to be patient, For we will do the Kings commandment. To kiss his & clap his sir be not afeard, Sho will not shrink thought ȝe kiss his ane span wthin the baird Give ȝe think that sho thinks shame the ̄ hid you bairnseine [] With his taill, & tent his well, ȝe wait quhat I meine: Will ȝe leif me Sir first for to go to, And I shall leirne ȝow all kewis how to do. Pastime with pleasa ̄ ce & great prosperity Be to ȝow Sovereign Sensuality, Solace knawis thou not quhat I see? Ane knicht or else ane king thinks me, With wanton wings as he walled fle, Brother quhat may this meine? I understand nought be this day, Quhidder that he be friend or faith: Stand still and hear quhat he will say, Sic ane I have nought seine.