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[Uxor.]
I can haue louers mo then one or two
That shall make my housbande without fayle
To haue xx. hornes more then a snayle

Pater.
The deuyll cast wylde fyre in thy tayle

Filius.
wyll ye by any faggottes?

Uxor
But now I must nede
with a nedle and a threde
A nepkyn go sow
For syr Iohn Rose
To wype therwith his nose
I wyll sytte here a lowe

Filius.
wyll ye bye any faggottes

Here she must sytte downe and sowe, and let her synge this songe folowynge.
Uxor
An housbande I haue
And he is but a knaue
And I am a wyly pye
I set hym on the score
And tell hym before
That a cokold he shall dye.

Pater.
Marry that is well, yf that be trewe
He maye go counter, et erexit cornu
But let euery man marke it all his lyfe
And he shall not fynde it longe of the good wyfe

Filius.
wyll ye bye any faggottes

Here the sonne cometh in agayne lamentably sayenge as foloweth.
I haue walked vp and downe the strete
And not wyth one there I can mete
That wyll my faggottes bye.
Now to my home
when that I shall come
I shall be beten bytterly
I wolde the erth had me swalowed
My fathers wyll when I not folowed
He wolde haue had me a clarke
But I was a fole so starke
That his mynde I iudged nowght
But that I haue now derely bowght
O woo is to that man all dayes of his lyfe
That hath a shrewde queane to his wyfe
All this trowble my father tolde me before
But of his wordes I made no store
That alacke alacke and weale awaye
That euer I lyued to se this daye
Swalow me erth I hartely the praye

Pater.
It is to late sonne, now so to saye

Filius.
Now gentell mester bye my wood
I aske for it but a peny good
For surely yf I home it brynge
This is the last daye of my lyuynge

Here the seruant cometh in spekynge some straunge language/and the sonne sayth vnto hym as foloweth.
Filius.
I crye you mercy mayster I stande in your waye
I praye you pardon me I wote not what ye saye
I can vnderstande no laten, I was neuer at Oxynby
No, nor yet in Cambrydge nor other insteuynste

Seruus
Syr ye sholde say vniuersyte, not insteuynste

Filius.
I praye you good syr, holde me excused
For to such ropperype termes I am not vsyd

Seruus
well felow let me thy faggottes bye
And here is for them a peny

Filius.
ye shall haue them mayster, with all my harte
But tell me your name before you departe

Seruus
My name is Robyn ren awaye
An hosteler that maketh the bottels of hey
Dwellynge the nexte house to the cocoldes horne
Not farre from the place that your father was borne
Iynckyn iumbler
Rafe rumbler
Philyp flumbler
Thomkyn tumbler
Stephyn stumbler
Henry humbler
Martyn mumbler
Benet bumbler
Gwy grumbler
Do dwell verely
with the same man as I

Filius
But yet ye tolde me not your maysters name

Seruus
Of a trouth syr, in that I was to blame
His name is Humfrey hartles the trewth to say
Betyn of his wyfe some tymes twyse a daye