Ill-W. What dost thou ail? Canst thou tell?
Hast thou anything with us to mell?
By the mass! thy hands doth tickle—
Thou shalt bear me a blow.
Rem. You false thieves! I know ye well:
I shall let your purpose every deal,
Ill-Will and Shrewd Wit, the devil of hell
Take ye both, for me!
Wit. Marry, thou liest! our names be not so:
Call us but Wit and Will—add no more thereto.
If thou dost, thou were as good know
We shall handle you shrewdly.
Rem. Sirs, farewell! here I will no longer abide:
For you both, shortly, I will provide
That all your false craft shall be outtried,
And your subtilty known. [And goeth out.
Wit. To go so soon, the whoreson was wise;
Therefore some now I must devise
That each man may Wealth, Health, and Liberty despise;
Or else he will mar all our matter.
Brother wat! let me alone:
When they come you shall see me anon;
Complain of him unto them, each one, C4,v.
And put him out of favour.
Ill-W. Peace! no mo words, for they come yonder.
[Wealth, Health, and Liberty cometh in.]
Wealth. Sirs! I am glad that you be here.
How doth all our household? with them what cheer?
Is everything in order there,
After our intent?
Ill-W. Yea, Sir! they be all merry and glad;
With revel and rout sometime they be mad—
Pipe whore, hop thief, every knave and drab
Is at our commandment.
[Health turneth him.