PRIDE.
Riot, we tarry very long.
RIOT.
We will go even now with a lusty song.
PRIDE.
In faith, I will be rector of the choir.
YOUTH.
Go to it then hardily, and let us be agate.
CHARITY.
Abide, fellow; a word with thee:
Whither go ye, tell me?
Abide, and hear what I shall you tell,
And be ruled by my counsel.
PRIDE.
Nay, no fellow ne yet mate,
I trow thy fellow be in Newgate;
Shall we tell thee whither we go?
Nay, i-wis, good John-a-Peepo!
Who learned thee, thou mistaught man,
To speak so to a gentleman?
Though his clothes be never so thin,
Yet he is come of noble kin;
Though thou give him such a mock,
Yet he is come of a noble stock,
I let thee well to wit.
RIOT.
What! Sir John,[15] what say ye!
Would you be fettered now?
Think not too long, I pray ye;
If misfortune come soon enou',
Ye shall think it a little [too] soon.
YOUTH.
Yet, sirs, let this cease,
And let us talk of goodness.
RIOT.
He turneth his tail, he is afeard;
But, faith, he shall be scared;
He weeneth by flattering to please us again,
But he laboureth all in vain.
CHARITY.
Sir, I pray you me not spare,
For nothing I do care
That ye can do to me.
RIOT.
No, whoreson? sayest thou so?
Hold him, Pride, and let me go;
I shall set a pair of rings,
That shall set to his shins,
And that even anon.
PRIDE.
Hie thee apace and come again,
And bring with thee a good chain,
And hold him here still.
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