YOUTH.
Thou art a ready messenger;
Come hither to me, my heart so dear,
Ye be welcome to me as the heart in my body.
LECHERY.
Sir, I thank you, and at your pleasure I am;
Ye be the same unto me.
YOUTH.
Masters, will ye to tavern walk?
A word with you here will I talk,
And give you the wine.
LECHERY.
Gentleman, I thank you verily,
And I am all ready
To wait you upon.
RIOT.
What, sister Lechery?
Ye be welcome to our company.
LECHERY.
Well, wanton, well, fie for shame!
So soon ye do express my name:
What! if no man should have known,
I-wis I shall you beat! well, wanton, well!
RIOT.
A little pretty niset,[14]
Ye be well nice, God wot!
Ye be a little pretty pye! i-wis, ye go full gingerly.
LECHERY.
Well, I see your false eye
Winketh on me full wantonly;
Ye be full wanton, i-wis.
YOUTH.
Pride, I thank you of your labour
That you had to fetch this fair flow'r.
PRIDE.
Lo, youth, I told thee
That I would bring her with me.
Sir, I pray you tell me now,
How she doth like you?