They thynke it no shame to robbe and stele,
Yet were they better to begge a great dele;
For by robbynge they rynne to in manus tuas quecke, 2070
But beggynge is better medecyne for the necke;
Ye, mary, is it, ye, so mote I goo:
A Lorde God, howe the gowte wryngeth me by the too!
Here Magnyfycence dolorously maketh his mone.
Magn. O feble fortune, O doulfull destyny!
O hatefull happe, O carefull cruelte!
O syghynge sorowe, O thoughtfull mysere!