O notable woman, O ancient virtue! O glorious hope of my desired intent! The end of my delectable hope to renew: My regeneration to this life present, Resurrection from death so excellent; Thou art above [all] other. I desire humbly To kiss thy hands, wherein lieth my remedy. But mine unworthiness maketh resistance; Yet worship I the ground that thou goest on, Beseeching thee, good woman, with most reverence On my pain with thy pity to look upon. Without thy comfort my life is gone; To revive my dead spirits thou may'st prefer me, With the words of thy mouth to make or mar me. CEL. Sempronio, can I live with these bones, That thy master giveth me here for to eat? Words are but wind; therefore at once Bid him close his mouth, and to his purse get. For money maketh [the] merchant, that must jet.[48] I have heard his words, but where be his deeds? For without money with me nothing speeds. [_Aside_. CAL. What saith she, Sempronio? alas, my heart bleeds, That I with you, good woman, mistrust should be. SEM. Sir, she thinketh that money all thing feeds. CAL. Then come on, Sempronio, I pray thee, with me; And tarry here, mother, awhile, I pray thee; For where of mistrust ye have me appealed, Have here my cloak, till your doubt be assoiled. SEM. Now do ye well; for weeds among corn, Nor suspicions with friends, did never well. For[49] faithfulness of words turned to a scorn Maketh minds doubtful, good reason doth tell. CAL. Come on, Sempronio, thou givest me good counsel. SEM. Go ye before, and I shall wait you upon. Farewell, mother, we will come again anon. [_Exeunt_. PAR. How say ye, my lords? see ye not this smoke, In my master's eyes that they do cast? The one hath his chain, the other his cloak; And I am sure they will have all at last. Ensample may be by this that is passed, How servants be deceitful in their master's folly, Nothing but for lucre is all their bawdry. [_Aside_. CEL. It pleaseth me, Parmeno, that we together May speak, whereby thou may'st see I love thee, Yet undeserved[50] now thou comest hither; Whereof I care not; but virtue warneth me To flee temptation, and follow charity: To do good against ill, and so I read thee, Sempronio, and I will help thy necessities. And in token now that it shall so be, I pray thee among us let us have a song. For where harmony is, there is amity. PAR. What, an old woman sing? CEL. Why not among? I pray thee no longer the time prolong. PAR. Go to; when thou wilt, I am ready. CEL. Shall I begin? PAR. Yea, but take not too high. [_Cantant_. CEL. How say ye now by this, little young fool?[51] For the third part Sempronio we must get. After that thy master shall come to school