The Spyttell hous.2 ¶ Copland. ¶ Syr, I pray you, who hath of you relefe? ¶ Porter. ¶ Forsoth they that be at suche myschefe That for theyr lyuyng can do no labour And haue no frendes to do them socour As old people seke and impotent Poore women in chyldbed haue here easement Weyke men sore wounded by great vyolence And sore men eaten with pockes and pestylence And honest folke fallen in great pouerte By mischaunce or other infyrmyte Way faryng men and maymed souldyours Haue theyr relyef in this poore hous of ours And all other which we seme good and playne Haue here lodgyng for a nyght or twayne Bedred folke, and suche as can not craue In these places moost relyef they haue And yf they hap within our place to dye Than are they buryed well and honestly But not euery unseke stoborne knaue For than we shold ouer many haue.