HICKSCORNER.
By God, this fellow that may not go hence,
I will go give him these hose rings;
Now, i-faith, they be worth forty pence,
But to his hands I lack two bonds.
IMAGINATION.
Hold, whoreson, here is an halter;
Bind him fast, and make him sure.
PITY.
O men, let truth, that is the true man,
Be your guider, or else ye be forlorn;
Lay no false witness, as nigh as ye can,
On none; for afterward ye will repent it full sore.
FREEWILL.
Nay, nay, I care not therefore.