Avar. Remember now: my name is Master Policy:
All thing, I tell you, must now go by Policy.
Resp. Hark! methink I hear the name of Policy.
Avar. Who calleth Conscience? here am I, Policy!
Resp. I pray you come to me, if you be Policy!
Avar. Yea, forsooth! yea, forsooth! my name is Policy.
Resp. I am sore decayed through default of Policy.
Avar. Yea, most noble Respublica! I know that well;
And do more lament it than any tongue can tell.
For, an if good Policy had had you in hand,
Ye had now been the wealthiest in any land:
But good Policy hath long been put to exile.
Resp. Yea, God wot! ye have been barred from me a great while.
Avar. Yea! I have been put back, as one clean off-shaken;
And, what can a man do till he be forth taken?
Resp. Well, I feel the lack of your helping hand, by the rood!