Idle. It is thy destiny, I trow,
For to be clad all in briars,
And ride the horse with four ears.
Evil C. Nay, sir, not afore you
For I love ill to waiter; C2,r.
A ride in a saddle, but ye shall ride in a halter.
Idle. In good faith, knave, thou shalt bear me a stripe.
Evil C. And thou shalt have another an I can hit thee aright.
Idle. Why smitest thou not? Come off!
Evil C. Nay, I trow ye do but scoff.
But I would not for an hundred pound fight with thee.
Idle. Why so? Tell me!
Evil C. For I never fought with man but he died;
And so should you and ye did my strokes abide.
Idle. Marry, I had liever thou were tied;
Thou art as manly as ill chieving;
Thou were a good bold fellow to go a thieving.
Evil C. Well, let us go to Unthrift's a while hence,
And let some other keep residence;
For I dare lay thereon forty pence
We shall have a sermon or night.