PENURY. No, sir, by my fay. [Exit PENURY.
SIMPLICITY.
If I must not eat, I mean to drink the more:
What I spare in bread, in ale I'll set on the score.
How say ye, my lads, and do I not speak wisely?
WIT.
Methinks ye do; and it's pretty that Simplicity
Hath gotten to his wife plain Painful-Penury.
SIMPLICITY.
Yea, I thank God, though she he poor and scarce cleanly,
Yet she is homely, careful, and comely.
One call within.
Wit, Wealth, and Will, come to your lords quickly.
WILL.
Must the scutcheons hang still?
One within.
Yea, let them alone.
WIT.
Farewell, Master Simplicity.