People. And we think ye would we zelie poor volk should thrive.
Resp. Yea, doubtless, as any like creature alive!
Adul. What need ye of her good will, towards you, to doubt?
People. Peace, thou, with zorow! and let me tell my tall owt.
Resp. Say on, my good People! let me hear your mind.
People. Bum vai! we ignoram people beeth not zo blind
But we passeive there falleth of corn and cattle,
Wull, sheep, wood, lead, tin, iron and other metal,
And of all things, enough vor good and bad,
And as commediens vor us, as e'er we had;
And yet, the price of everything is zo dear,
As though the ground did bring vorth no such, nowhere.
Resp. Indeed! I have enough, if it be well ordered;
But few folk the better, if I be misordered.
People. Nay! now you zai zouth; e'en this same way goeth the hare:
Ill ordering 'tis hath made both you and we threadbare.
Adul. What naughty folks were they? can you their names read?
People. Yea! that I scan; a whole mess of om for a need.
There is vorst and vormost Flattery—ill a thee!
A slipper, sugar-mouthed whorecop, as can be.
He fleareth on you, and beareth us fair in hand;
And, therewhile, robbeth both you and we of our land.
Then cometh the sour, rough, crabbed child Oppression:
He tumbleth whom a lust out of possession.
Then is there the third—I scannot member his name—
What call ye this same, fellows!—God give them a shame—
That beeth still climbing up aloft for promidence,
And cannot be content with their state!