Man. Now, certain, thanked be heaven's king!
I have a right quick understanding.
If ye show me anything
I can soon perceive it;
But I was forbid by Reason
On mine own fantasy to run,
Or to take any presumption
Of mine own wit.
Pride. Said Reason so? Marry, fie on him, knave!
It were better the hangman were in his grave
Than ever the lewd fool should have
The governance of you.
Man. Certain, Nature advised me
To follow Reason what time that she
Put me first in authority
That I stand in now.
Pride. Alas, alas, man! ye be mad—
I see well ye be but a very lad.
On my faith! I was very glad
Of your first acquaintance;
And now, I forthink it utterly
That ever I knew you: fie, fie, fie!
I heard never, certainly,
Of such another chance.
Will ye draw to that fellowship?
I would ye had three stripes with a whip,
Even upon the bare hip,
If I should you not grieve.
He that would lordship enjoy,
And play ever still the old boy,
Meseemeth he doth but make a toy
And ye will me believe.
Man. Worship! for God's sake grieve ye not.
Pride. I wis ye are but an idiot—
I pray you, sir, make not me a sot;
I am no trifler!
I have been in honour heretoforne,
Ye allow the counsel of a carl born,
Before mine I have it in scorn—
It is a thing I cannot bear.
Man. Whom mean ye, Reason?
Pride. Yea, that same daw!
Man. What, is he a wise man?