YOUTH.
Why, knave, doth it grieve thee!
Thou shalt not answer for me.
When my soul hangeth on the hedge once,
Then take thou, and cast stones,
As fast as thou wilt!
CHARITY.
Sir, if it please you to do thus,
Forsake them and do after us,
The better shall you do.
RIOT.
Sir, he shall do well enou',
Though he be ruled by neither of you;
Therefore crake no longer here,
Lest you have on the ear,
And that a good knock.
PRIDE.
Lightly see thou avoid the place,
Or I shall give thee on the face.
Youth, I trow that he would
Make you holy, ere ye be old;
And, I swear by the rood,
It is time enough to be good,
When that ye be old.
YOUTH.
Sir, by my truth, I thee say
I will make merry, whiles I may,
I cannot tell you how long.
PRIDE.
Yea, sir, so mot I thrive,
Thou art not certain of thy life;
Therefore thou wert a stark fool
To leave mirth and follow their school.
HUMILITY.
Sir, I shall him exhort
Unto us to resort,
And you to forsake.
PRIDE.
Ask him if he will do so,
To forsake us and follow you two;
Nay, I warrant you, nay!
HUMILITY.
That shall you see even anon;
I will unto him gone,
And see what he will say.
RIOT.
Hardily go on thy way;
I know well he will say nay.