HICKSCORNER.
Imagination, do by the counsel of me,
Be agreed with Freewill, and let us good fellows be;
And then, as for this churl Pity,
Shall curse the time that ever he came to land.
IMAGINATION.
Brother Freewill, give me your hand,
And all mine ill will I forgive thee.
FREEWILL.
Sir, I thank you heartily;
But what shall we do with this churl Pity?
IMAGINATION.
I will go to him, and pick a quarrel,
And make him a thief, and say he did steal
Of mine forty pound in a bag.
FREEWILL.
By God, that tidings will make him sad;
And I will go fetch a pair of gyves,
For in good faith he shall be set fast by the heels.