_People._ Yea! even this same, he vair popt me to silence.
_Resp._ And how is it with you now? better than it was?
_People._ All beginneth now to come gaily well to pass. We hear of your good vortune that goeth about; How ye beeth permounted, which maketh all us prout; And ich am able since to buy a new coat; And, Is thank God, chave in my purse a zilver groat. I wis ich could not zo zai these zix years afore; Whoever caused it, ill thank have they therefore.
_Resp._ They will be here soon; bide you them here for a train.
_People._ Mass! but I ninnat; would ye have om squat out on's brain?
_Resp._ They shall not do thee harm the value of a point.
_People._ Then, an you zai the word ichill jeopard a joint.
_Resp._ If they but offer thee wrong, they shall smart therefore.
_People._ Nay! will ye be zo good to tie om up avore? And what shalche zai to om?
_Resp._ Nothing; but be abate, Till take them all here suddenly I may await.
_People._ Well, it shall be do, chould laugh and both my hands clap, To zee Ricepuddingcakes envies take in a trap. And azee, pray! if zome of om come not yonder; Chould my lady had bide ne'er zo little longer.
INSOLENCE. ADULATION. OPPRESSION. PEOPLE. AVARICE.
_Insol._ Where is Avarice? Ho! He doth not now appear.
_Adul._ He bid me monish you that we might all meet here.
_Oppr._ About little goodness, I dare my word avow!
_Insol._ Let us speak unto him. People! wherefore and why, Like a loitering losell, standest thou here idly?
_Oppr._ Thou comest to Respublica to make some mone?
_Insol._ Ye must have silver money, must ye, gentleman? You cannot be content with such coin as we can?
_Oppr._ Ye must burn wood and coal, must ye, all of pleasance? Burn turves, or some of thy bedstraw, with a vengeance!
_Adul._ Ye must eat fresh meat bought from the shambles, must ye? Eat garlic and onions, and roots or grass, and lust ye!
_Insol._ In faith! I will whip you for this, peasant lout!
_Adul._ But, see! where Avarice cometh, running very fast.
_Avar._ I have trod and scud till my wind is almost past, Yet my mates are not where.
_Insol. and Adul._ We be here come of late.
_Avar._ Be there not, trow we, honester men in Newgate?
_Insol._ No words of reproach, brother mine! I rede you.