Man. By my troth! this is ever thy guise:
Look! by whom I set any prize
Him thou wilt most disdain.
Wrath. By Christ! he can do none otherwise.
But now, sir! is there any service
That ye will command me?
Man. Yea, marry is there! but my company
Dresseth them forward, passing slowly;
I trow it will not be.
Manhood! thou art good I know for one.
Wrath. Yea, by Christ! and they came everyone
I will not greatly fear.
Envy. By my troth! because he saith so
I shall tell you what I saw him do.
I was present there—
Sir! it happened in Westminster Hall,
Even before the judges all—
His hands were bound fast;
And, never upon him, that ever God made,
Dagger, sword, nor knife he had.
And yet, at the last,
He drave twelve men into a corner;
And an hour after durst they not appear.
How say ye hereto?
And his hands had been at liberty
He would have put them in great jeopardy—
It is to suppose so.
Man. Marry! there he quit him well—
But where be mine other folk, can ye tell?
Then cometh in Gluttony with a cheese and a bottle.
Wrath. Marry! here cometh one—
Good Fellowship meseemeth it should be.
Glut. Sirs, God speed ye!
Man. What tidings with thee?