_Ill-Will._ Marry! I am come at the first call: Will, your own man, have me who shall; For I am Will, servant to you all; Ye shall not need to send for me.
_Wealth._ Who is acquainted with this man? He is very homely, and little good he can B2,_v._ To come in here so boldly; then Drive him away quickly!
_Ill-W._ Why, I came not till I was called. Your own Will openly ye named; Then I came apace, lest I should be blamed: Therefore, I pray you, let me bide still.
_[H]eal[th.]_ Whose will, or what will, doth he mean? Thou art not my will, I forsake thee clean; My will and their wills is often seen: Our wills can none ill.
_Ill-W._ Alas, good masters! I can none ill. Yet, by my troth! I am your evil will-- Your will, and your will, and your will; therefore, keep me: I love ye, by God's mother!
_Lib._ This is a strange saying unto me: My will, your will, and his will--this cannot be; For in our wills is great diversity; For one is not like another.
_Ill-W._ Yet, by Christ! your own will I am; The maddest will, and the merriest than. For God's sake! now let me be your man Till ye have better acquaintance.
_Wealth._ I perceive this fellow is kind, And oweth to us good will and mind; Some kinds again then let him find: Let him have some furtherance.
_Ill-W._ By God, sir! and I durst be so bold, Acquaintance of this man claim I would, And kindred, too; if the truth were told We be of one consanguinity.
_Health._ How so? let me hear that, I pray thee heartily!
_Ill-W._ Will and Liberty is of ancestry old: B3,_r._ Without Liberty, Will dare not be bold; And where Will lacketh, Liberty is full cold; Therefore, Will and Liberty must needs be of kin.
_Lib._ Indeed, as he saith, it may well be; For Will ever longeth unto Liberty: Therefore, good friend, welcome to me! I pray you all be good to him. [_And goeth out._
_Wealth._ For your sake he is welcome to us all; Let him come to our place, and then he shall Have succour of us and help withal: And now we will depart.
_Ill-W._ Will ye go hence? I thank ye, masters, with all my heart! I will seek you out, I warrant you! fear not! Now they be gone; I am glad, by Saint Mary! A little while here I purpose to tarry: How to deceive Wealth, Health, and Liberty Now must I devise. For I am a child that is past grace; Ill-Will--I am called that in every place-- Doth much mischief; this is a plain case: Virtue I do utterly despise. But if they wist what I were, Then of my purpose I should be never the near: I will keep my tongue lest that I mar My whole intent and will. But now I marvel, by this day! Where Shrewd Wit is gone astray; Some crafty touch is in his way-- I hear him! peace! stand still!