Wrath. And he were hanged it were no reck:
I pray God, the devil break his neck!
And all such as he is.
Man. Well, let us suffer for awhile;
I will go walk hence half a mile;
And for all this,
Happily, all this gear shall not need
Howbeit that I doubt and dread
The worst, as wise men do.
Manhood! come thyself with me.
Glut. And I too, sir?
Man. Yea, parde!
Wouldst thou be prayed thereto?
Then goeth out Man, Gluttony and Wrath.
Envy. Now, he that would have war or strife
I pray God send him a shrewd wife;
And then shall he have enow.
But, I shall tell you, sirs! as for me,
I am none of them; so mot I thee!
I may say to you
I will no such reckonings abide.
God's body! here cometh Pride
As crank as a peacock!
As soon as he and I meet,
Without he stand right upon his feet,
He shall bear me a proud mock. [Pride entereth.]
Pride. What tidings, sirs? can any man tell?
Envy. Yea, marry! that can I do as well
As any that was in field;
Ye have tarried so long about your gay gear
That the field is done or ye come there.
Pride. Done? marry, God shield!
Envy. It is done without fail;
But which of them hath won the battle
I cannot tell you certain.