Avar. E'en so, just!
Adul. Yea! or else Adulation, if you so lust:
Either name is well known to many a body.
Avar. An honest mome! ah, ye dolt! ye lout! ye noddy!
Shall Respublica hear your commendation
By the name of Flattery or Adulation?
Or, when ye commend me to her, will ye say this:
Forsooth! his name is Avarice or Covetise?
And you, that should have wit, is't your discretion
Bluntly to go forth, and be called Oppression?
And you, Insolence! do ye think it would well frame
If ye were presented to her under that name?
Insol. I thought nothing thereupon, by my halidom!
Oppr. My mind was another way, by my christendom!
Adul. That thing was le[a]st part of my thought, by Saint Denis!
Avar. No marry! your minds were all on your halfpenny.
But, my masters! I must on mine honesty pass,
And not run on 'head, like a brute beast or an ass.
For is not Oppression eachwhere sore hated?
And is not Flattery openly rebated?
And am not I, Avarice, still cried out upon?
Adul. Yes! I could have told you that, a great while agone;
But I would not displease you.
Avar. And you, Insolence!
I have heard you ill-spoken of a great way hence.
Adul. In my conscience! the devil himself doth love you.