_Hance._ Be Got's drowse! ic myself bin cumpt heye scon lansman; Ic mot in ander land lopen, all is quade dan.
_Rem._ Thou Fleming! from whence comest thou, and what dost thou here?
_Hance._ Ic myself cumt from sent Katryn's doxe, mot ic skyne de can beer.
_Rem._ Get thee thither again, and tarry here no longer!
_Hance._ Sir! ic mot mid ye spreken; ic myself be en scomaker.
_Rem._ What and thou be? therewith I have nothing ado.
_Hance._ Ic dest al forlore; copin is dod, ic maght not do thereto.
_Rem._ I pray thee, go hence, for thou dost trouble me ill.
_Hance._ Nen ic seker, ic wil not gon, ic wold fain live hore stil.
_Rem._ There is too many aliants in this realm; but now I, Good Remedy, have so provided that Englishmen shall live the better daily.
_Hance._ What segt ye? by Got's drowse! dai is de quade man; Be de moro goi, ic myself love de scone Englishman.
_Rem._ Fie on thee, flattering knave! fie on you aliants all, I say! Ye can, with craft and subtle figure, Englishmen's wealth away.
_Hance._ O, skon mester! ic heb hore bin this darten yeore. Ic can skote de culverin, and ic can be de beare broer.
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[_Rem._] Trust see so provide that Wealth from you have I shall. D2,_r._
_Hance._ Ic seg to you dat Wealth is lopen in an ander contry; Wat hebegy dar brough forstan ye net, segt me.
_Rem._ I understand thee well; yet, thou liest, like a knave. Wealth is here in England, and Wealth still I trust we shall have.
_Hance._ Ic ment no quad, ic love de English man, by min bere! Cump by sent Katrin, and ic shal ye geven twe stope bere.
_Rem._ Get thee hence, drunken Fleming! thou shalt tarry no longer here.
_Hance._ Mot it net mare herebin woder sal ic gewest kiskin; Ic wil to de kaizer gan, dar sall ic wal skinkin.
_Rem._ Is he gone? I pray God the devil go with him! Where is Wealth, Health, and Liberty? I would see them come in.
[HEALTH _cometh in with a kercher on his head_.
_Health._ O, good Lord, help me! by your license, my Sovereign! I am homely to come here in your presence, thus diseased. Need constraineth me, for Remedy I would have fain; I am infect, both body and soul, I pray you be not displeased.
_Rem._ Why, what ail you? show me! yet, you I do not know; Glad I am to remedy any man that is affirmity; I perceive by your phisn'amy that ye are very weak, feeble, and low; Yet show me your grief, and I will help you gladly.