The vicious hath consciences so heavy as lead.
Their conscience and their doing is alway at strife;
And altogether they live yet to sin they are dead.
New. God give you good-morrow, sir, how do you to-day?
V. L. God bless you also both now and alway.
I pray you, with me have you any acquaintance?
New. Yea, marry, I am an old friend of yours, perchance.
V. L. If it be so, I marvel very much,
That the dulness of my wit should be such,