_Nought._ Yea, sir! will ye do well? Trace not with them, by my counsel! For I have traced somewhat to fell; I tell [you] it is a narrow space. But, sir! I trow, of us three I heard you speak.
_New G._ Christ's curse have ye, therefore! for I was in sleep.
_Now._ A[nd] I had the cup in my hand, ready to go to meat-- Therefore, sir! curtly, greet you well!
_New G._ Sir! it is the new guise and the new jet. Many words and shortly set-- This is the new guise every deal.
_Mer._ Lady, help! how wretches delight in their simple ways!
_Now._ Say no[ugh]t again the new guise now-a-days! Thou shall find us sh[r]ews at all assays: Beware! ye may soon lick a buffet.
_Mer._ He was well occupied that brought you hither!
_Nought._ I heard you call New Guise, Now-a-days, Nought: all these three together. If ye say that I lie, I shall make you to slither: Lo, take you here a trepitt!
_Mer._ Say me your names! I know you not.
_New G._ [_Now, and Nought, in turn_]. New Guise, I! Now-a-days, [I]! I, Nought!
_Mer._ By Jesu Christ! that me dear bought; Ye betray many men.
_New G._ Betray? nay, nay, sir! nay, nay! We make them both fresh and gay. But, of your name, sir, I you pray! That we may you ken.
_Mer._ Mercy is my name and my denomination. I conceive ye have but a little force in my communication.
_New G._ Ay, ay! your body is full of English Latin.
_Now._ I pray you heartily, worshipful clerk! I have eaten a dishful of curds, And I have shitten your mouth full of turds. Now, open your satchel with Latin words, And say me this, in clerical manner: Also, I have a wife; her name is Rachael; Betwixt her and me was a great battle; And fain, of you, I would hear tell Who was the most master.
_Nought._ Thy wife, Rachel, I dare lay twenty lice!
_Now._ Who spake to thee? fool! thou art not wise; Go and do that longeth to thine office: _Osculare fundamentum!_
_Nought._ Lo, master! here is a pardon by limit; It is granted of Pope Pockett: If ye will put your nose in his wife's socket, Ye shall have forty days of pardon.
_Mer._ This idle language ye shall repent; Out of this place I would ye went.
_New G._ Go we hence, all three, with one assent; My father is irk of our eloquence; Therefore, I will no longer tarry. God bring you, master, and blessed Mary! To the number of the demonical frayry--