Glut. Neither of both, I wis!
Bod. Lust. No! but for a maiden she goeth.
Glut. Yea, fore God! that she doth;
But yet she is none, by Jis!
Bod. Lust. No, no! what then?
Glut. I wis I not; but, as men clatter,
They say she is innupta mater,
Hardely an holy woman.
Man. Well, thither we will! go we hence!
Bod. Lust. Sir! ye will give me licence
To sport me for a season?
Man. Yes, for a while ye well enow;
But go not out of the way, I charge you;
For hither will come, anon,
All my company, as I suppose:
Keep them together! for I purpose
To come again anon,
And show them my mind what I will do. [Then he goeth out.
Bod. Lust. Marry! I shall do what I can thereto;
And yet, it is hard for me
To keep them together any while.
But I shall tell you what:
I had liever keep as many fleas,
Or wild hares in an open lese,
As undertake that.
[Entereth Wrath and Envy.