JUST. Yea, but it is an hard thing, saith the philosopher, For a foolish man to have his manners reprehended; And even at this day it is come so far, God grant, for his mercy, it may be amended! For tell a man friendly now of his fault, Being blasphemy, pride, or vile fornication, He will be as presumptuous as Haman the halt, And repay with revenge or else defamation: Thus few men a friendly monition will bear, But stoutly persist and maintain their ill; And in noblemen's houses truly I do fear, There are too many have such forward will. LUST. Wounds and hearts,[319] who can abide this? Nay, ye vile villain, I will dress you therefore; Your lazy bones I pretend[320] so to bless, That you shall have small lust to prate any more. JUST. Behold the image of incipient fools! There['re] not a few even now of thy property; Until you be put into poverty's schools Ye will not forsake this foolish insolency. LUST. Nay, soft, with thee I have not made an end. [_Draw out his sword._ JUST. The just against lust must always contend, Therefore I propose to wrestle with thee [_put it up_], Who shall have the victory, straightway we shall see. LUST. When thou wilt; by his flesh, I shall hold the wag. [_Wrestle, and let_ LUST _seem to have the better at the first_. JUST. I know that Lust useth not little to brag. LUST. Thou shalt find me as mighty as Samson the strong. JUST. Yea, the battle of lust endureth long. LUST. Wounds and flesh! I was almost down on my back; But yet I will wrestle, till my bones crack. [_Stay, and then speak._ JUST. The end of thy presumption now doth appear. LUST. Yet do what thou canst, I will not lie here; No, by his wounds, you old doting knave! [_Cast him, and let him arise again._ Thinkest thou that Lust will be made a slave? I shall meet you in Smithfield, or else other-where, By his flesh and blood, I will thee not forbear! JUST. Not of my power I do thee expel, But by the might of his spirit that dwelleth in me: Inordinate lust with the just may not dwell, And therefore may not I accompany thee. LUST. Well, goodman Just, it is no matter, But, in faith, I pretend not with thee to flatter; Though from thy company depart I must, I shall live as much in wealthiness, I trust. [_Go out. He must drive him out._