Man. I dreamt Mercy was hang[ed]: this was my vision;
And that, to you three, I should have recourse and remotion.
Now, I pray you, heartily, of your good will;
I cry you mercy of all that I did amiss!
Now. [Aside.] I say, New Guise, Nought! Titivillus made all this;
As siker as God is in heaven, so it is!
Nought. Stand up on your feet! why stand ye so still?
New G. Master Mischief! we will you exhort,
Mankind's name, in your book, for to report.
Mis. I will not so! I will set a court—
Ah! do it [in] forma juris d'hasard!
[Now-a-days make[th] proclamation.
Now. Oyez! oyez! oyez!
All manner of men, and common women,
To the Court of Mischief either come or send;
Mankind shall return, he is one of our men!
Mis. Nought! come forth! thou shall be steward.
New G. Master Mischief! his side-gown may be sold;
He may have a jacket thereof, and money told.
Man. I will do for the best, so I have no cold.
Hold! I pray you, and take it with you.