Pros. By my troth! I may say to thee
Sith I to him did assent
Had I never merry day;
But lived in fear and dread alway,
Nothing to mine intent.
Another while I will me sport,
Sing and dance, to my comfort.
Envy. And among merry company do resort;
For that shall length your life.
Mis. Spare neither maid, ne wife;
Take both and they come in your way.
Envy. Off with this lewd array!
It becometh you nought, by this day!
Pros. By my troth! even as ye say.
Yea, marry! now am I well apaid;
Methinketh I am properly arrayed.
If I had a proper trull, she should be assayed
In the worship of the new year.
Envy. Rush up mutton, for beef is dear!
Have, and revel, and chance!
Mis. Now let us both sing and dance. C4,v.
Will ye have a French round?
Pros. And thou shalt see me bounce above the ground:
Hey, with revel dash!
Peace entereth.
Peace. What, Prosperity! is it come hereto?