PARDONER. Sir, ye may show your ware for your mind. But I think ye shall no profit find. PEDLAR. Well, though this journey acquit no cost, Yet think I not my labour lost: For, by the faith of my body, I like full well this company. Up shall this pack, for it is plain I came not hither all for gain. Who may not play one day in a week, May think his thrift is far to seek. Devise what pastime that ye think best, And make ye sure to find me prest.[423] 'POTHECARY. Why, be ye so universal, That ye can do whatsoever ye shall? PEDLAR. Sir, if ye list for to oppose me, What I can do, then shall you see. 'POTHECARY. Then tell me this: are you perfit in drinking? PEDLAR. Perfit in drinking? as may be wished by thinking. 'POTHECARY. Then, after your drinking, how fall ye to winking? PEDLAR. Sir, after drinking, while the shot[424] is tinking; Some heads be swimming,[425] but mine will be sinking, And upon drinking my eyes will be pinking: For winking to drinking is alway linking. 'POTHECARY. Then drink and sleep you can well do; But if ye were desired thereto, I pray you tell me, can you sing? PEDLAR. Sir, I have some sight in singing. 'POTHECARY. But is your breast[426] any thing sweet? PEDLAR. Whatever my breast be, my voice is meet. 'POTHECARY. That answer showeth you a right singing man. Now what is your will, good father, then? PALMER. What helpeth will, where is no skill? PARDONER. And what helpeth skill, where is no will[427]! 'POTHECARY. For will or skill, what helpeth it, Where forward knave be lacking wit[428]? Leave off this curiosity. And who that list, sing after me. [_Here they sing_. PEDLAR. This liketh me well, so mot I the.