_New G._ There arn'[t] but six deadly sins; lechery is none; As it may be verified by us brethels everyone. Ye shall go rob, steal, and kill, as fast as ye may gone-- "I will," say ye!
_Now._ On Sundays, on the morrow, early betime, Ye shall with us to the ale-house early, to go dine; A[nd] forbear mass and matins, hours and prime-- "I will," say ye!
_Mis._ Ye must have by your side a long dapacem, As true men ride by the way, for to unbrace them; Take their money, cut their throats; thus over face them-- "I will," say ye!
_Nought._ Here is a jolly jacket--how say ye?
_New G._ It is a good jake of fence for a man's body-- Hi, dog! hi! whoop, ho! go your way lightly! Ye are well made for to ren!
_Mis._ Tidings! tidings! I have espied one! Hence with your stuff! fast we were gone! I beshrew the last shall come to his home! Amen! [_Dicant omnes._
_Mer._ What ho, Mankind! flee that fellowship, I you pray!
_Man._ I shall speak with [thee] another time; to-morn or the next day.
We shall go forth together to keep my father's year-day: A tapster! a tapster! stow, statt, stow!
_Mis._ A mischief go with [thee]! here I have a foul fall. Hence! away from me! or I shall beshit you all!
_New G._ What ho, ostler! ostler, lend us a foot-ball! Whoop! ho! anow, anow, anow! [_They go out._
_Mer._ My mind is dispersed; my body tir-trimmeleth as the aspen leaf; The tears should trickle down by my cheeks, were not your reverence! It were to me solace, the cruel visitation of death! Without rude behaviour I can[not] express this inconvenience: Weeping, sighing, and sobbing, were my sufficiance; All natural nutriment, to me, as carene, is odible; My inward affliction yieldeth me tedious unto your presence; I cannot bear it evenly that Mankind is so flexible. Man unkind, wherever thou be! for all this world was not apprehensible To discharge thine original offence, thraldom and captivity, Till God's own well-beloved Son was obedient and passible: Every drop of His blood was shed to purge thine iniquity. I discommend and disallow this often mutability! To every creature thou art dispectuous and odible-- Why art thou so uncurtess, so inconsiderate? alas, woe is me! As the vane that turneth with the wind, so thou art convertible! In trust is treason: thy promise is not credible; Thy perversious ingratitude I cannot rehearse; To go over, to all the holy court of heaven thou art dispectable, As a noble versifier maketh mention in his verse: "_Lex et natura, Christus et omnia jura_ _Damnant ingratum; lugetur eum fore natum._" O, good Lady, and Mother of Mercy! have pity and compassion Of the wretchedness of Mankind, that is so wanton and so frail! Let mercy exceed justice, dear Mother! admit this supplication! Equity to be laid over part[l]y, and mercy to prevail! Too sensual living is reprovable, that is now-a-days, As by the comprehence of this matter it may be specified. New Guise, Now-a-days, Nought, with their allectuous ways They have perverted Mankind, my sweet son, I have well espied. A! with these cursed caitiffs, and I may, he shall not long endure; I, Mercy, his father ghostly, will proceed forth and do my property. Lady, help! this manner of living is a detestable pleasure; _Vanitas vanitatum_: all is but a vanity! Mercy shall never be convict of his uncurtess condition; With weeping tears, by night and by day, I will go and never cease. Shall I not find him? Yes, I hope; now, God be my protection! My predelict son! where be ye? Mankind! _Ubi es?_