Idleness. What art thou, tell me, that speaketh this?
Evil C. Marry, sir, a man that would have a service;
Great need have I thereto.
Idle. Why, what service canst thou do?
Evil C. Both steal and lie, and on your errand go
To fet another man's wife to your bed.
Idle. If I of such things may be sped,
I am glad that we be met.
Evil C. In England shall nothing me let.
With you will I bide for ever. B4,v.
But master, have ye any wife?
Idle. Yea, more than twenty-five, by my life;
But some other men keepeth them for me.
Evil C. Marry, sir, no force; it costeth you the less money,
But you have good cheer when you come.
Idle. Yea, at meat I am merry, and at bed if I list to play.
Evil C. Then their husbands be out of the way,
Or else ye come not there.