Adul. Ye must eat fresh meat bought from the shambles, must ye?
Eat garlic and onions, and roots or grass, and lust ye!
Insol. In faith! I will whip you for this, peasant lout!
Adul. And twig you!
Insol. Ere another year come about.
Adul. But, see! where Avarice cometh, running very fast.
[Intrat Avarice.
Avar. I have trod and scud till my wind is almost past,
Yet my mates are not where.
Insol. and Adul. We be here come of late.
Avar. Be there not, trow we, honester men in Newgate?
Insol. No words of reproach, brother mine! I rede you.