Idle. Yes, yes, daily! and make good cheer,
And not spied at all, I have such policy.
Evil C. I am glad that ye be so witty;
And sir, if you will have a fresh lusty trull
I will get her you, or a house-wife that can spin a pound of wool.
Idle. Then will we drink wine at the full,
In one place if thou canst help me.
Evil C. I pray you tell me; what is she?
Idle. An artificer's wife—a pretty woman.
Evil C. Sir, I will go to my brother Temptation
And then to Wanton Youth I will make a station;
For between us three
Of her your pleasure ye shall have hardely.
Idle. Shall I go with you also? C1,r.
Evil C. Yea, sir, and it please you so to do.
How say you? Have not they merry lives
That may kiss and bass other men's wives.
Lo! youth is full of jollity.
But when saw you your brother Sensuality?
Idle. Sir, I left him on the plain of Salisbury.
He told me that he would lift
Some good fellow from his thrift;
And as I trow somewhat he will get
To make with the penny.
Many one for their good do labour and sweat;
But he doth not so; he getteth it lightly.
Evil C. Sir, he did me a shrewd turn, as I you tell.