That thys rude byll shall put hym sylf in presse[68.2]
To se your lordshepe of hys presumptuousnesse
Er I my sylf; but yett ye shall not mysse
To have my hert to for my byll, I wys.
Whyche I comytt and all my hole servyse
Into your hands, demeane it as you lyst;
Of it I kepe[68.3] to have no more franchyse
Then I hertlesse swyrly me wyst,
Savyng only that it be as tryst,[68.4]
And to yow trew as evyr was hert, and pleyn