_Adul._ You, if you so please, may do much good in this land; Many, at this hour, do need your good helping hand.
_Avar._ And ye came down from heaven too, I judge?
_Avar._ Why, what folk are ye that cannot heaven endure? And what may I call you, lady?
_Avar._ Ye have long dwelt with us; we have been long in peace.
_Peace._ Call ye it peace, sirrah! when brother and brother Cannot be content to live one by another? When one for his house, for his land, yea, for his groat, Is ready to strive and pluck out another's throat? I will in all such things make perfect union.
_Avar._ Then, good-night! the lawyers gain, by Saint Tronnion! Westminster Hall might go play, if that came to pass. Faith! we must serve you with a supersedeas.
_Ver._ Well! leave vain prattling, and now come answer to me.
_Avar._ I must hear first what ye say, and who ye be.
_Avar._ I know my master, your father, well afine. Welcome, fair lady! sweet lady, little lady, Plain lady, smooth lady, sometime spital lady; Lady Long-tongue, lady Tell-all, lady Make-bate: And, I beseech you, from whence are ye come of late?
_Ver._ The book sayeth: _Veritas de terra orta est_.
_Avar._ Happy is he which hath that garden plat, I trow! Out of which such fair blossoms do spring and grow; Yet this one thing, I say.
_Avar._ Ye are friend to few, Pressed to open all things, and men's manner to show.
_Ver._ If ye be true and just, that is your benefit.
_Avar._ True or untrue, just or unjust, it is your spite; And glad ye are to take other folks in a trip. [Yes! ye do it no]w and then, your ownself, on the whip. Well, ye might be honest of your tongue, if you would.
_Ver._ If your acts were honest, ye did but as ye should.
_Avar._ Who chargeth me with the crime of any vice?
_Ver._ Thou callst thyself Policy, and art Avarice.
_Avar._ Nay, I defy your malice, I am Policy-- Ask of my fellows here! am not I Policy?
_Ver._ Ladies! will ye all see him openly tried?
_Just._ If he be an ill one, let him be descried.
_Ver._ Nothing truly got, say! show it forth openly.
_Avar._ It lieth well, I thank you; as much as though I did.
_Avar._ Yea, that each body might be catching: Some's teeth, I think, water e'en since to be snatching.
_Avar._ A bag of rye flour, a great deal better than wheat.