Sens. Yea, by my fay!
As good as can be told.
I have brought this man to his old guise.
Pride. Hast thou so?
Sens. Yea, on warrantise!
Pride. Now, forsooth! I give thee prick and praise;
Thou art worth thy weight of gold.
Of this tidings I am glad and fain;
But shall I be welcome to him again
And all our company?
Sens. Yea, hardely!
As welcome as ever ye were before.
Pride. God's blessing have thine heart, therefore;
Thus am I in thy debt, more and more.
Sens. Japes! why say ye so?
Pride. For—I speak it after my mind—
Thou art to me alway so kind.
But, where shall I our master find?
To him will I go.
Sens. He is busy—hark! in your ear—
With little Margery—ye wot where?
And, as soon as I had brought him there
I came my way apace.
And, because he should not be alone,
I left with him Worldly Affection,
And other errand had I none.
Now to this place,
But even to show you what is done;
And from hence I must anon,
For to seek another companion
To give attendance.
Pride. Who is that?