Now. Stand, aroom! I pray thee, brother mine!
I have laboured all this night; when shall we go dine?
A church, here beside, shall pay for ale, bread, and wine;
Lo! here is stuff will serve.
New G. Now, by the holy Mary! thou art better merchant than I!
[Enter Nought.]
Nought. Avaunt, knaves! let me go by!
I can not geet, and I should starve.
[Enter Mischief.]
Mis. Here cometh a man of arms; why stand ye so still?
Of murder and manslaughter I have my belly fill.
Now. What, Mischief! have ye been in prison? and it be your will,
Meseemeth ye have scored a pair of fetters.
Mis. I was chained by the arms; lo! I have them here.
The chains I brast asunder and killed the jailor;
Yea, and his fair wife halsed in a corner:
A! how sweetly I kissed that sweet mouth of hers!
When I had do, I was mine own bottler;
I brought away with me both dish and doubler.
Here is enou' for me: be of good cheer!
Yet, well fare the new che[vi]sance!
Man. I ask mercy of New Guise, Now-a-days, and Nought;
Once, with my spade, I remember that I fought;
I will make you amends if I hurt you aught,
Or did any grievance.
New G. What a devil liketh thee to be of this disposition?