¶ And I shall yow tel the verrey soth of all.
¶ How it was & who made me that way drawe.
¶ For soth sensualyte his propre name they call.
¶ A sayd reason then I know wel that felowe.
¶ Wyld he is & wanton of me stant hym none awe.
¶ Is he so quod Vertu wel he shall be taught.
¶ As a player shuld to draw another draught.
¶ And with that came sadnesse wyt his sober chere.
¶ Bryngyng Sensualite beyng ful of thought.
¶ And sayd that he had take hym prysonere.
¶ A welcome sayd Vertu now haue I that I sought.
¶ Blessed be the good lord as thou wold it is nought
¶ Why arte thou so wanton he sayd for shame.
¶ Or thou go at large thou shalt be more tame.
But stond a part a whyle tyl I haue spoke a word
¶ Wyth Frewyl a lytyl & then shalte thou knowe.
¶ What shalbe thy fynaunce & then he sayd in bord
¶ Vnto Frewyl the bend of your bowe.
¶ Begynnyth to slake but suche as ye haue sowe
¶ Must nedes repe there is none waye.
¶ Notwythstondyng that lette what ye can saye.
¶ What is your habilite me to recompense.
¶ For the grete harme that ye to me haue do.
¶ Forsoth sayd Frewyll in open audyence.
¶ But oonly Macrocosme more haue I not loo.
¶ Take that yf it pleyse you I wyl that it be soo.
¶ Yf I may vnderstond ye be my good lorde.
¶ In dede sayd Vertu to that wyll I accorde.
¶ Then made Vertu Reason his leyftenaunte.
¶ And yaue him a grete charge macrocosme to kepe
¶ That done Sensualite yeld hym recreaunte.
¶ And began for anger bytterly to wepe.
¶ For he demed surely hys sorowe shold not slepe
¶ Then made Vertu Frewyll bayl vnder Reason.
¶ The feld for to ocupy to his behoue that season.
¶ And then sayd Vertu to Sensualyte.
¶ Thou shalt be rewarded for thy besynesse.
¶ Vnder this furme al fragylyte
¶ Shalt thou forsake both more and lesse.
¶ And vnder the guydyng thou shalt be of sadnesse.
¶ All though it somwhat be agayn thy herte.
¶ Thy Iugements gyuen thou shalt it not asterte.
¶ And evyn with that came in dame Nature.
¶ Sayeng thus to Vertu syr ye do me wronge.
¶ By duresse & constreynt to put this creature.
¶ Gentyll Sensualyte that hath me serued longe.
¶ Clerely from his lyberte & set hym amonge.
¶ Theym that loue hym not to be her vnderloute.
¶ As it were a cast away or a sho cloute.
¶ And perde ye know well a rewle haue I must
¶ Wythin Macrocosme forsoth I say not nay.
Quod Vertu but sensualyte shal not perform your lust
¶ Lyke as he hath do befor this yf I may.
¶ Therfro hym restreyn sadnesse shal assay.
¶ How be it ye shal haue your hole lyberte.
¶ Wythin Macrocosme as ye haue had fre.
¶ And whan Vertu had to Nature sayd thus
¶ A lytyll tyne his ey castyng hym besyde.
¶ He se in a corner stondyng Morpleus
¶ That hym before warned of that berely tyde.
¶ A syrs sayd Vertu yet we must abyde.
¶ Here is a frend of ours may not be forgete.
¶ After his deserte we shall hym entreate
¶ Morpleus sayd Vertu I thanke you hertely
¶ For your trew herte & your grete laboure.
¶ That ye lyst to come to me soo redely.
¶ Whan ye vnderstood the comyng of that shoure.
¶ I thanke god & you of sauyng of myn honour.
¶ Wherfore this preuylege now to you I grant
¶ That within Macrocosme ye shall haue your haunt