Of hot or cold, nought in regard, Except it come by me. HU. Then I cannot see the contrary, But ye are for me full necessary, And right convenient. STU. Yea, sir, beware yet what ye do, For if you forsake my company so, Lord Nature will not be content. Of him ye shall never learn good thing, Nother virtue nor no other cunning, This dare I well say. SEN. Marry, avaunt, knave! I thee defy! Did Nature forbid him my company? What sayest thou thereto? Speak openly. HU. As for that I know well nay. SEN. No, by God! I am right sure; For he knoweth well no creature Without me can live one day. HU. Sir, I pray you be content, It is not utterly mine intent Your company to exile; But only to have communication, And a pastime of recreation With this man for a while. STU. Well, for your pleasure I will depart. HU. Now go, knave, go! I beshrew thy heart! The devil send thee forward! SEN. Now, by my troth, I marvel greatly, That ever ye would use the company So mich of such a knave; For if ye do no nother thing, But ever study and to be musing, As he would have you, it will you bring At the last unto your grave! Ye should ever study principal For to comfort your life natural, With meats and drinks delicate And other pastimes and pleasures among, Dancing, laughing, or pleasant song; This is meet for your estate. HU. Because ye say so, I you promise, That I have mused and studied such wise, Me thinketh my wits weary; My nature desireth some refreshing, And also I have been so long fasting, That I am somewhat hungry. SEN. Well, then, will ye go with me To a tavern, where ye shall see Good pastance, and at your liberty Have whatsoever you will? HU. I am content so for to do, If that ye will not fro me go, But keep me company still. SEN. Company, quotha? then that I shall point-device, And also do you good and true service, And thereto I plight my troth! And if that I ever forsake you, I pray God the devil take you! HU. Marry, I thank you for that oath! SEN. A mischief on it! my tongue, lo! Will trip sometime, whatsoever I do; But ye wot that I mean well. HU. Yea, no force! let this matter pass; But saidst even now thou knewest, where was A good tavern to make solace? Where is that? I pray thee tell. SEN. Marry, at the door even hereby; If we call anything on high, The taverner will answer. HU. I pray thee, then, call for him now. SEN. Marry, I will! How, taverner, how! Why dost thou not appear? TAVERNER. Who is that calleth so hastily? I shrew thine heart, speak softly; I tell thee I am not here.