_Resp._ Yea, no doubt! ye would have done some great and fine act.
_Avar._ I would have brought half Kent into Northumberland; And Somersetshire should have raught to Cumberland. Then would I have stretched the county of Warwick Upon tenter hooks, and made it reach to Berwick. A piece of the bishopric should have come southward-- Tut, tut! I tell you, I had wondrous feats toward.
_Resp._ God hath placed me already in the best wise.
_Avar._ Yea! but yet not half so well as I could devise-- But no force; well then, I see ye will none of me?
_Avar._ Then ye can be content I depart from ye?
_Avar._ Well! yet and ye pray me, I will tarry still.
_Avar._ Well, speak me fair, and woo me yet, and I will.
_Avar._ Have I had of you such a clog, And now [you] bid me avaunt and make me a dog?
_Avar._ Nay, tut! and ye will ha' us, ha' us.
_Avar._ Then needs depart I must. Adieu! in faith, I would have served ye of trust! But, since Respublica hath put me to exile, Where may I go keep myself secret for a while? Is there never a good chaplain in all this town, That will, for a while, hide me under his gown? Never a good farmer? never a good merchantman? Well, I will go pick out some corner, if I can. But, first will I monish my fellows of this gear; And we stay this plunge, I care not for the next year. [_Exeat._
_Resp._ Now will I to Justice and th' other ladies three, And pray that these vices may all suppressed be.
But lo! here cometh People; I will now turn again, And first know of his good state by a word or twain.
_Resp._ What standeth he prying? dareth he not enter?
_People._ Chould vain zee my lady: but I sdare not venter.
_Resp._ Shrink not back from me, but draw to me, my dear friend!
_People._ Chill virst know an ye be alone, zo God me mend!
_Resp._ Come! here be none but thy friends, me believe.
_People._ Well then, chill be zo bold to peak in, by your leave.
_Resp._ How happeneth that thou hast so long been me fro?
_People._ Marry! chill tell you: as soon as ye were ago, Hither came a zort of courtnals, hard men and zore: They shaked me up, chwas ne'er zo rattled avore. They vell all upon me, catch a word that might catch; Well was him that at me, People, might get a snatch. Chould have been at home rather than a new groat; Ich may zedge to you, Is feared pulling out my throat. They bade me pike me home, and come at you no more. An ich did, they zware, Is should be corrompt therefore. Zo this prowt whorecop--what call ye him?