Peace. Wherefore ask ye so?
Envy. Because ye say peace is most expedient:
If your wife made you cuckold, you being present,
What would ye do?
Peace. Give her such punishment as longeth thereto.
Envy. A false, flattering whoreson, lo!
Now thou sayest against thine own declaration:
If thou fight, where is then peace become?
Peace. I break not peace with doing due correction;
For correction should be done charitably—
Irascemini et nolite peccare.
Envy. I shall meet that at omnium quare:
Peace should forgive, and not be revenged.
Hence, whoreson! by our Lady of Wolpit,
I shall rap thee of the pate!
Peace. Go hence, wretch! thou makebate!
It were alms to set thee in Newgate.
Ho, Master Constable, come near!
Here is a wretch without reason;
Take and put him in prison,
With as many irons as he may bear!
Envy. By our lady! I will come no near.
A constable, quod ha! nay, that will I not abide;
For I am loth to go shorter tide.
Yet long, whoreson! for all thy pride,
I shall meet with thee another day,
When one of us two shall go a knave away.
Peace. O, thou wretch! thou ought to remord
That so far art exiled from charity.
Lo! he thinketh not how meekly his Maker and Lord
Suffered reprefe, and died upon a tree,
Giving us example that with humil[it]y
Every man should follow his trace, A3,v.
That in heaven will claim a place.
[Enter Impatient Poverty.]