_Man._ By my troth! this is ever thy guise: Look! by whom I set any prize Him thou wilt most disdain.
_Wrath._ By Christ! he can do none otherwise. But now, sir! is there any service That ye will command me?
_Man._ Yea, marry is there! but my company Dresseth them forward, passing slowly; I trow it will not be. Manhood! thou art good I know for one.
_Wrath._ Yea, by Christ! and they came everyone I will not greatly fear.
_Envy._ By my troth! because he saith so I shall tell you what I saw him do. I was present there-- Sir! it happened in Westminster Hall, Even before the judges all-- His hands were bound fast; And, never upon him, that ever God made, Dagger, sword, nor knife he had. And yet, at the last, He drave twelve men into a corner; And an hour after durst they not appear. How say ye hereto? And his hands had been at liberty He would have put them in great jeopardy-- It is to suppose so.
_Man._ Marry! there he quit him well-- But where be mine other folk, can ye tell?
_Then cometh in_ GLUTTONY _with a cheese and a bottle._
_Wrath._ Marry! here cometh one-- Good Fellowship meseemeth it should be.
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Marry, sir! I am come here For to attend upon you; We shall a warfare it is told me.
_Glut._ Marry! here may ye see-- Here is harness enow.
_Wrath._ Why, hast thou none other harness but this?
_Glut._ What the devil harness should I miss, Without it be a bottle? Another bottle I will go purvey Lest that drink be scarce in the way; Or happily none to sell.
_Wrath._ Thou must have other harness than this, man!
_Glut._ Other harness? nay, I shrew me then! I can no skill thereon-- Why, trowest thou that I will fight?
_Glut._ Nay, by God Almight! Thereof will I none; I was never wont to that gear. But I may serve to be a victualler-- And thereof shall ye have store-- So that I may stand out of danger Of gun shot; but I will come no near; I warn you that before!
_Envy._ Now, such a knave I betake to the devil! This is even such another drivel As was here whilere: They be two knaves anointed. I fear me, sir! ye shall be disappointed; I like not this gear.
_Glut._ O! I had forgotten, I make God avow! Sir! my fellow, Ease, commandeth me to you.