_New G._ Not so! ye that mow not pay the tone, pay the tother-- At the good man of this house first we will assay! God bless you, master! ye say us ill, yet ye will not say nay. Let us go by and by, and do them pay! Ye pay all alike? well mu[s]t ye fare!

_Nought._ I say, New Guise, Now-a-days! _Estis vos pecuniatus?_ I have cried a fair while, I beshrew your patus!

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_Now._ _Ita vere magister_; come forth now, your gatus! He is a goodly man, sirs! make space and beware!

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[_Enter_ TITIVILLUS _dressed devilwise, net in hand_.]

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_Titi._ _Ego sum dominantium dominus_, and my name is Titivillus! Ye that have good horse, to you I say, _Caveatis!_ Here is an able fellowship to trise him out at your gates.

_Ego probo sic_: sir New Guise, lend me a penny!

_New G._ I have a great purse, sir! but I have no money: By the mass! I fail two farthings of an half-penny; Yet had I ten pounds this night that was.

_Titi._ What is in thy purse? thou art a stout fellow!

_Now._ The devil have [thee]! while I am a clean gentleman I pray God I be never worse stored than I am! It shall be otherwise, I hope, or this night pass.

_Titi._ Hark now, I say! thou hast many a penny?

_Nought._ _No[n] nobis, Domine, non nobis_; by saint Denis! The devil may dance in my purse for any penny; It is as clean as a bird's arse.

_Titi._ Now I say, yet again, _Caveatis_! Here is an able fellowship to trise them out of your gates. Now, I say, New Guise, Now-a-days, and Nought, Go and search the country, anon, that be sought! Some here, some there--what if ye may catch aught-- If ye fail of horse, take what ye may else!

_New G._ Then speak to Mankind for the recumbentibus of my jewels!

_Now._ Remember my broken head in the worship of the five vowels!

_Nought._ Yea, good sir! and the sitica in my arm--

_Titi._ I know full well what Mankind did to you; Mischief hat[h] informed [me] of all the matter through; I shall venge your quarrel, I make God a vow! Forth! and espy where ye may do harm! Take W[illiam] Fide if ye will have any mo-- I say, New Guise! whither art thou advised to go?

_New G._ First, I shall begin at m[aster] Huntington of Sanston; From thence I shall go to William Thurlay of Hanston, And so, forth to Pichard of Trumpington: I will keep me to these three.