Mis. Methink his hair groweth through his hood!
Pov. Alas! Colhazard hath won all my good,
And left me never a groat.
Envy. Marry! so methink; ye have changed your coat;
But now ye have one vantage.
Pov. What is that?
Envy. Your executors shall not strive for your goods another day;
Nor thieves shall not rob you, going by the way:
Thus ye shall stand out of doubt.
Mis. Hence, ragged knave! or thou shall bear me a clout:
His clothes smell all of the smoke.
Envy. Now, by saint Hugh, that holy bishop!
This matter is well brought to pass:
He is now a knave as he was—
First a knave, and then a man; D3,v.
And now he is a knave again.
Pov. Why say ye so? ye be to blame:
I am your master, Prosperity!
Mis. Avaunt, lorel! and evil to thee!
Get thee out of this company!
Beginnest thou now to make comparison?
Envy. Let him be your under page;
Give him meat and drink, but no wage;
Go! brush his gown and make clean his shoon!