Abun. Now thereof heartily I thee pray!
Sum. Ye shall come home to my master's place
And say that ye be put up of malice;
Thrust money in his hand apace;
And so shall ye go quit away.
Abun. For thy counsel, gramercy! Hold! here is forty pence!
Sum. Come on, sir! I will do my diligence.
Exeunt ambo.
Here entereth the Sumner again, and Poverty followeth him with a candle in his hand doing penance about the place. And then sayeth the Sumner:
Sum. Room, sirs! avoidance!
That this man may do his penance. E1,r.
Pov. Now have I my penance done.
Sum. Nay! thou shalt about once again.
Pov. The poverty and trouble that I endure
I cannot to you in few words express.
If it should be unto God no displeasure
I would desire death, my pain to release;
Such is my penury and troublesome heaviness,
That I could, in no wise, suffer it patiently
But that I trust to win heaven thereby.