Pros. Cousin, I would fain do the best
Because ye are near of my blood.
Envy. What! are ye now in that mood?
Now I am your kinsman, because of my good;
Before of me he had disdain!
Pros. As for that, I was to blame;
I knew you not—be not angry.
Ye are welcome to me, cousin Charity.
Envy. Then all these matters let be!
I come hither with you to dwell;
Ye must have more servants, I do you tell,
Such as were necessary for your person.
Pros. I am content after your provision;
In every thing let it be done
As ye think most expedient.
Envy. Sir, I shall do mine intent
To get you servants mo.
Pros. I pray you heartily it may be so:
A little season I will from you go,
To solace me with some recreation. [Exit.
Envy. He that sitteth above the moon C3,r.
Evermore be in your protection!
Aha! here is sport for a lord,
That Prosperity and I be well at accord!
I shall bring his thrift under the board,
I trust, within short space.
For it grieveth my heart right sore
He hath so much treasure in store,
And I have never the more.
I must find some proper shift
That from his good he may be lift;
To bring him to Misrule I hold it best,
For he can soon bring it to pass.
Here Misrule singeth, without coming in.
How! what rutterkin have we here?
I would he were our subchanter
Because he can so well sing. [Enter Misrule.