Whither go I now, to misery or bliss? [Go out.
Enter Just, leading Inclination in his bridle shackled.
Inc. We—he, he, he, he! ware the horse-heels, I say;
I would the rein were loose, that I might run away.
Just. Nay, sith thou wilt not spare against me to rebel,
I will not spare, by God's grace, thee to bridle;
All men may see how vile Inclination
Spareth not to put the just to vexation;
Even so may all men learn of me again,
Thy beastly desires to bridle and restrain.