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For now I purpose me to playe.

Mundus.Fare well, fayre chylde, and have good daye.

All rychelesnesse[18] is kynde[19] for thee.

[Mundus goes out leaving Wanton alone.]

Wanton.Aha, Wanton is my name!

I can many a quayntė game.

Lo, my toppe I dryve in same,

Se, it torneth rounde!

I can with my scorgė-stycke

My felowe upon the heed hytte,

And wyghtly[20] from hym make a skyppe

And blere[21] on hym my tonge.

If brother or syster do me chyde

I wyll scratche and also byte.

I can crye, and also kyke,

And mocke them all berewe.

If fader or mother wyll me smyte,

I wyll wryngė[22] with my lyppe;

And lyghtly from hym make a skyppe;

And call my damė shrewe.

Aha, a newe game have I founde:

Se this gynne[23] it renneth rounde;

And here another have I founde,

And yet mo[24] can I fynde.

I can mowė[25] on a man;

And make a lesynge[26] well I can,

And mayntayne it ryght well than.

This connynge[27] came me of kynde.

Ye, syrs,[28] I can well gelde a snayle;

And catche a cowe by the tayle;

This is a fayre connynge!