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.
HICKSCORNER.
Have ado lightly, and be gone,
And let us twain with him alone.