Sens. Marry! Gluttony.
Our master calleth for him busily—
Sawest thou him not?
Pride. No, certainly!
To my remembrance.
Sens. I must go seek him without any tarrying—
But, Pride! I warn you of one thing
While I think thereon:
When my master and ye shall meet,
In any wise see that ye him greet
In the old fashion;
And make as though ye know nothing
Of his divers and variable dealing;
Keep that in your breast.
Ye cannot do him more displeasure
Than thereof to make reporture;
Therefore, let it rest!
To speak thereof it is high treason. [Then he goeth out.
Pride. I am glad ye warn me thus in season;
I shall be the better ware.
By this warning I shall be wise
And do as ye me advertise:
Take thereof no care. [Enter Sloth.
Sloth. Will ye be wise, quod a? marry! that is a thing—
By God! ye had need to have better warning
Or ye bring that about.
Pride. What, brother Sloth! from whence comest thou?
Sloth. Straight from my bed, I make God avow!
Mine eyes be almost out
For lack of sleep—but this, sir! to you:
Methought ye called me Sloth, right now;
Peace, no more of that!
I have a new name as well as ye.
Pride. What is that? Ease?
Sloth. Yea, parde!
But it forceth not
While our master is not present.
Between us twain I am content
Call me what ye will—
But where is our master?
Pride. Wottest thou ne'er?