Resp. Misericordia!
Miser. Out, comfortably!
Ye shall have now no more cause to speak despairably.
Resp. My heart, in God's mercy, is so dilated,
That my very spirit to heaven is elated.
O Lady Compassion! welcome, verament!
Ever be God praised that you, to me, hath sent!
Miser. Now that I have put you in sure hope of relief,
I must go fet Verity to try out all your grief.
Verity shall oper how your decay hath grown;
And then, the causers thereof shall be overthrown.
Resp. Who be the causers thereof I cannot discern:
But yond cometh one of them that do me govern.
Miser. What is his name?
Resp. Policy!
Miser. Policy is good;
He doth work you many good things of likelihood.
Avar. A vengeance upon him! and God give him His curse!
I am besieged now of every cutpurse;
I can go nowhere now; in city, neither town,
But Piers Pickpurse playeth at organs under my gown.
Miser. What talketh he?