FREEWILL. Yea, but yet hark, Hickscorner, What company was in your ship, that came over? HICKSCORNER. Sir, I will aid[130] you to understand, There were good fellows above five thousand, And all they been kin to us three: There was falsehood, favell,[131] and jollity, Yea, thieves, and whores, with other good company, Liars, backbiters, and flatterers the while, Brawlers, liars, jetters, and chiders, Walkers by night, with great murderers, Overthwart guile[rs] and jolly carders, Oppressors of people, with many swearers, There was false law with horrible vengeance, Froward obstination with mischievous governance, Wanton wenches, and also michers, With many other of the devil's officers; And hatred, that is so mighty and strong, Hath made a vow for ever to dwell in England. IMAGINATION. But is that true, that thou dost show now? HICKSCORNER. Sir, every word as I do tell you. FREEWILL. Of whence is your ship? of London? HICKSCORNER. Yea, i-wis from thence did she come; And she is named _The Envy_, I tell you, a great vessel and a mighty: The owner of her is called Ill-Will, Brother to Jack Poller of Shooter's-Hill. IMAGINATION. Sir, what office in the ship bare ye? HICKSCORNER. Marry, I kept a fair shop of bawdry, I had three wenches that were full praty, Jane true and thriftless, and wanton Sybil, If you ride her a journey, she will make you weary, For she is trusty at need: If ye will hire her for your pleasure, I warrant, tire her shall ye never, She is so sure in deed; Ride, and you will, ten times a-day, I warrant you she will never say nay, My life I dare lay to wed.[132] IMAGINATION. Now pluck up your hearts, and make good cheer; These tidings liketh me wonder well, Now virtue shall draw arear arear: Hark, fellows, a good sport I can you tell, At the stews we will lie to-night, And by my troth, if all go right, I will beguile some praty wench, To get me money at a pinch. How say you? shall we go thither? Let us keep company altogether, And I would that we had God's curse, If we somewhere do not get a purse; Every man bear his dagger naked in his hand, And if we meet a true man, make him stand, Or else that he bear a stripe; If that he struggle, and make any work, Lightly strike him to the heart, And throw him into Thames quite. FREEWILL. Nay, three knaves in a leash is good at nale:[133] But thou lubber Imagination, That cuckold thy father, where is he become? At Newgate doth he lie still at jail? IMAGINATION. Avaunt, whoreson, thou shalt bear me a stripe; Say'st thou, that my mother was a whore? FREEWILL. Nay, sir, but the last night I saw Sir John and she tumbled on the floor. IMAGINATION. Now, by Cock's heart, thou shalt lose an arm. HICKSCORNER. Nay, sir, I charge you do him no harm. IMAGINATION. And thou make too much, I will break thy head too. HICKSCORNER. By Saint Mary, and I wist that, I would be ago. IMAGINATION.