Here begynneth a treatyse of this galaunt with the maryage of the bosse of Byllyngesgate. vnto London stone.

¶ Here begynneth the maryage of London Stone and the fayre pusell the bosse of Byllyngesgate.

HErken vnto me / bothe lowde and styll And to this matter / laye to your eere And of your aduyse & also your good wyll Of this lytell prosses / y^t after doth appere. Of .ii. y^t haue dwelte ī londō many a yere. And nowe is dysposed / to be man and wyfe Helpe thē with your charyte / to bye theyr weddynge gere For they be bothe naked / & not worth an halfpeny knyfe.

¶ To you theyr names / I wyll declare If ye knowe ony Impedymente. The one is the bosse of Byllyngesgate of beaute so fayre. And the other London Stone / curtes and gente This is theyr purpose and hole entente To be maryed / as soone as they maye He that wolde let them I wolde he were shente It wolde do you good to se them daunce and playe.

¶ For now y^e grete loue / y^t is bytwene them twayne. And neyther of them loked other in the face. London Stone answered / full wysely agayne. Where is no loue / there lacketh grace But euyll tunges is so vnmylde And of late hath sayd / in a place where they dydemete ••ow the Besie of byllyngesgate / hath had a chylde. By the well with two buckettes in bysshop gate strete.

¶ It were able to make ony woman wepe To be so deedly belyed as is the good Bosse. The man is in synnes depe That robbeth her so of her good lose

For to his soule it is daungerouse. Thus sayth London Stone / of prudence so wyse He that in sclaunder / ony wyll dysclose. Of the deuylles rewarde / he shall not mysse

¶ Therfore let my wyfe and me alone. For by my study and wakynge many a nyght. I knowe by the sterres / that shone by the moone. That fayre Bosse / hooly was in my syght And that to my nature / she sholde be coequall. And remayne as my fere / euer in my syght. By the purueyaunce / of the goddes Imperyall To my comforte shynynge as the sterres bryght

¶ Wherfore I beseche you / in humble wyse To reporte the beste in euery place And saye no worse / than maye be to your prayse. Whiche Iupyter had ordeyned of his grete grace Longe or that we came in to this towne For our comforte / and for our solace. As man and wyfe by dyuyne prouysyowne Therfore are we greed to remayne in this place.

¶ Syth the goddes aboue / hath destyned them so. Let vs be mery and thynke howe they daunce For it is a goodly couple of them two. For in theyr behauoure / was neuer founde varyaunce As knoweth all that here be present Whiche brynge the herers / to lyfe eternall. Where god is regnynge permanent Amonge his aungelles celestyall

¶ Finis.