Sloth. No!
Pride. No more do I.
Sloth. There, there, there!
Thou shalt dwell with me still;
Thou art as good a waiter as I.
Pride. I shrew the better of us both, hardely!
But, surely we do not well;
We shall not continue with yonder man
But we await better, now and than.
Therefore, by my counsel,
Let us twain go together
To seek our master.
Sloth. But wottest thou whither
We shall now go
To find our master?
Pride. I shall assay.
Thou shalt see me guess the way;
And, happily, find him too.
Now must I to the stewes, as fast as I may,
To fetch this gentleman; but, sirs! I say,
Can any man here tell me the way?
For I came never there.
Ye know the way, parde! of old;
I pray thee tell me which way shall I hold—
Will ye see this whoreson cuckold?
I trow he cannot hear—
Now it were alms to clap thee on the crown!
[Then cometh in Man and Worldly Affection.
Man. Why, be there any cuckolds in town?
Pride. Yea, I durst hold thereon my gown
That there be a score;
But, fore God! I cry you mercy;
For, by my faith! I wist you not so nigh.
Had I wist it I ensure you, faithfully,
That word I would have forbore.
Man. No force, hardely! it toucheth not me—
But worship! tell me, where have ye be?
Methinketh long sith I you see: