RIOT.
Let him come, if he will;
He were better to bide still;
And he give thee crooked language,
I will lay him on the visage,
And that thou shalt see soon,
How lightly it shall be done;
And he will not be ruled with knocks,
We shall set him in the stocks,
To heal his sore shins!
YOUTH.
I shall help thee, if I can,
To drive away that hangman;
Hark, Riot, thou shalt understand
I am heir of my father's land,
And now they be come to my hand,
Methink it were best therefore,
That I had one man more
To wait me upon.
RIOT.
I can speed thee of a servant of price,
That will do thee good service;
I see him go here beside;
Some men call him Master Pride;
I swear by God in Trinity
I will go fetch him unto thee,
And that even anon.
YOUTH.
Hie thee apace and come again,
And bring with thee that noble swain.
RIOT.
Lo, Master Youth, here he is,
A pretty man and a wise;
He will be glad to do you good service
In all that ever he may.
YOUTH.
Welcome to me, good fellow,
I pray thee, whence comest thou?
And thou wilt my servant be,
I shall give thee gold and fee.
PRIDE.
Sir, I am content, i-wis,
To do you any service
That ever I can do.
YOUTH.
By likelihood thou should do well enou';
Thou art a likely fellow.
PRIDE.
Yes, sir, I warrant you,
If ye will be ruled by me,
I shall you bring to high degree.
YOUTH.
What shall I do, tell me,
And I will be ruled by thee.
PRIDE.
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