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Sceane. 2.

HYPOCRISIE.
Ha , ha, ha, mary now the Game beginne,
Hypocrisie throughout this Realwe is had in admiration,
And by my meanes, both Auarice and Tirranny crept in,
Who in short space, wyll make men ronne the way to desolation,
What did I say? my tongue dyd tryp, I should say, consolation.
For now (forsooth) the Clergie must into my bosome creepe,
Or els, they know not, by what meanes, them selues alyue to keepe.
On the other side, the Laietie, be they eyther riche or poore,
If riche, then Auarice strangle them, because they wyll not loose
The worldly wealth: or els we haue one subtile practise more,
That is, that sensuall Suggestion, their outwarde man shall pose,
Who can full finely in eche cause, his minde to them disclose,
But if that neither of these twayne, can to my trayne them wynde,
Then, at his Cue (to play his parte, doth Tiranny begynne.
As for the poore knaues, suche a one as this is,
We do not esteeme hym, but make short adoo,
If he wyll not come on, we doo hym not mysse,
But to the Pot, he is sure to goe:
Tirranny deales with hym and no moe.
But I meruayle, what doth hym from hence so longe stay?
Sooner named, sooner cūme, as cōmon Prouerbes say.

Sep aside.