MANHOOD. Yes, yes: yea, come wind and rain, God let him never come here again. Now he is forward, I am right fain, For in faith, sir, he had near counselled me all amiss. Ah, ah! now I have bethought me, if I shall heaven win, Conscience teaching I must begin, And clean forsake the kings of sin, That the world me taught; And Conscience' servant will I be, And believe, as he hath taught me, Upon one God and persons three, That made all things of nought: For Conscience clear I clepe my king, And his knight in good doing: For right of reason, as I find, Conscience teaching is true: The world is full of boast, And saith he is of might most: All his teaching is not worth a cost; For Conscience he doth refuse. But yet will I him not forsake, For mankind he doth merry make: Though the world and Conscience be at debate, Yet the world will I not despise, For both in church and in cheaping,[247] And in other places being, The world findeth me all thing, And doth me great service. Now here full prest I think to rest, Now mirth is best. FOLLY. What, heigho! care away! My name is Folly, I am not gay. Is here any man that will say nay That renneth in this rout? Ah, sir, God give you good eve. MANHOOD. Stand utter,[248] fellow, where dost thou thy courtesy preve? FOLLY. What, I do but claw mine arse, sir, by your leave. I pray you, sir, rive me this clout. MANHOOD. What, stand out, thou sained[249] shrew! FOLLY. By faith, sir, there the cock crew; For I take record of this rew My thedom[250] is near past. MANHOOD. Now, truly, it may well be so. FOLLY. By God, sir, yet have I fellows mo, For in every country, where I go, Some man his thrift hath lost. MANHOOD. But hark, fellow, art thou any crafts-man? FOLLY. Yea, sir, I can bind a sieve and tink a pan, And thereto a curious buckler-player I am. Arise, fellow, will thou assay? MANHOOD. Now truly, sir, I trow thou canst but little skill of play. FOLLY. Yes, by Cock's bones, that I can. I will never flee for no man, That walketh by the way. MANHOOD. Fellow, though thou have cunning, I counsel thee leave thy boasting, For here thou may thy fellow find, Whether thou wilt, at long or short. FOLLY. Come, look and thou darest, arise and assay. MANHOOD. Yea, sir, but yet Conscience biddeth me nay. FOLLY. No, sir, thou darest not in good fay, For truly thou failest no[w], false heart. MANHOOD. What sayest thou? have I a false heart? FOLLY. Yea, sir, in good fay. MANHOOD. Manhood will not that I say nay. Defend thee, Folly, if that you may, For in faith I purpose to wete what thou art. How sayest thou now, Folly, hast thou not a touch? FOLLY. No, i-wis, but a little on my pouch. On all this meyne[251] will me vouch That standeth here about. MANHOOD. And I take record on all this rew, Thou hast two touches, though I say but few. FOLLY. Yea, this place is not without a shrew: I do you all out of due. MANHOOD. But hark, fellow, by thy faith, where was thou bore?