MANHOOD. I pray thee, fellow, whither wendest thou tho?
FOLLY. Sir, all England to and fro:
Into abbeys and into nunneries also,
And alway Folly doth fellows find.
MANHOOD. Now hark, fellow, I pray thee tell me thy name.
FOLLY. I-wis, I hight both Folly and Shame.
MANHOOD. Ah, ah! thou art he that Conscience did blame,
When he me taught.
I pray thee, Folly, go hence, and follow not me.
FOLLY. Yes, good sir, let me your servant be.
MANHOOD. Nay, so mot I the,
For then a shrew had I caught.
FOLLY. Why, good sir, what is your name?
MANHOOD. Manhood Mighty, that beareth no blame.
FOLLY. By the rood, and Manhood mistereth[253] in every game
Some deal to cherish Folly:
For Folly is fellow with the world,
And greatly beloved by many a lord,
And if ye put me out of your ward,
The world right wrath will be.