ACTUS QUARTI, SCENA SECUNDA.

Respublica. People.

Resp. Well met, People! what place go ye now unto?

People. I cham at the farthest to zee how you do.
We twain must oftwhiles come physic either other;
Vor, we beeth your children, and you beeth our mother.

Resp. And how do you mend now, in your thrift and your purse?

People. As zour ale in summer; that is, still worse and worse!

Resp. People, what should I say?

People. Nay, mass! I scannot tell:
But we ignorams all would fain ye should do well.
And how feel you yourself? better than ye did, trow?

Resp. Till God send better hap, rather decay than grow:
This bringeth me in a conceipt of jealousy—
Rather than much good would I speak with Policy.

People. Was not he drowned, trow, last year, when Conscience was?