That it maketh me sweat I am so faint:
Hark! I hear the voice of my Master Lust;
Now I shall be unbridled shortly, I trust.
Enter Lust.
Lust. Cock's precious wounds, here hath been villainy.
Inc. Eh, they have used me with too much villainy,
That old knave Sapience so counselled Just;
But let me be unbridled, good Master Lust. [Unbridle him.
Lust. Lo, now thou art unbridled, be of good cheer.
Inc. By'r Lady, I am glad I have gotten thus clear.