_Heigho, care away, let the world pass, For I am as lusty as ever I was; In flowers I flourish as blossoms in May, Heigho, care away; heigho, care away!_ LUST. What the devil ailed me to sing thus? I cry you mercy, by my faith, for ent'ring: Most like I have ridden on the flying Pegasus, Or in Cock Lorel's barge I have been a vent'ring. Sing? why, I would sing, if it were to do again, With Orpheus and Amphion I went to school: What! lads must be lively attending on the train Of Lady Delectation, which is no small fool. Hey rouse, fill all the pots in the house; Tush, man, in good fellowship let us be merry. Look up like a man, or it is not worth a louse; Heigho, troly; hey, dery, dery, Ha, pleasant Youth and lusty Juventus, In faith, it is good to be merry this May: For of man's living here there is no point endentus,[317] Therefore a little mirth is worth much sorrow, some say. _Enter_ JUST. But remember ye not the wise man's sentence? It is better in the house of mourning to be Than in the house of laughter, where folly hath residence, For lightness with wisdom cannot agree; Though many have pleasure in foolish phantasy, Ensuing[318] their inclination and lust, Yet much better is the life of one that is just. LUST. Sir, in this you seem against me to inveigh. JUST. Nothing but reason, I think, I do say. LUST. Marry, you shall have a nightcap for making the reason. Friend, have you not a piece of stock-fish to sell? I would you had a dish of buttered peason. By my faith, your communication likes me well, But, I beseech you, tell me, is not your name Just? JUST. Yes, forsooth. LUST. And my name, thou shalt understand, is Lust, And according thereto I am lusty indeed; But, I think, thou hast drunk of Morpheus seed. Thou goest like a dromedary, dreamy and drowsy; I hold twenty pound the knave is lousy! JUST. Mine apparel is not like unto thine, Disguised and jagged, of sundry fashion; Howbeit, it is not gold always that doth shine, But corrupting copper of small valuation; Too horrible besides is thy operation, Nothing more odious unto the just, Than the beastly desires of inordinate lust. LUST. It is a shameful thing, as Cicero doth say, That a man his own acts should praise and commend; Hypocrites accustom the like, day by day, Checking other men, when they do offend.