INC. May the devil go with you and his dun dame! Such horse-masters will make a colt quickly tame; I would he were hanged that this snaffle did make, It maketh my chaps so shamefully to ache; Ye have no pity on me, you, I see, by your laughing; I care not greatly, if I fall to gambolling; We-he-he-he-he-he, come aloft, I say, Beware the horse-heels, I advise you stand away; The rein of my bridle is tied so short, That I cannot make you any more sport. But though I be bridled now of the Just, I doubt not but I shall be unbridled by Lust, And let not Just think but I will rebel, Although he bridle me ten times all well; Though Nature saith one doom with a croch, It will not lie long, but incontinent approach; Even so, though that I be bridled a while, The colt will at length the courser beguile. _Enter_ GREEDY-GUT _running, and catch a fall_. GRE. Chill run, I, as fast as I can, Zurs, did none of you zee a man? Cham zent in haste from my Master Lust, So that Inclination needs come to him must. INC. Where is he now? I pray thee, tell me. GRE. Why, what have we here? Jesus, benedicite! I hold twenty pound it is Balaam's ass! Nay 'tis a colt, I see his tail, by the mass! INC. Am I a colt? nay, thou liest like a knave, Somewhat for thy labour now shalt thou have. GRE. Hobal, ho, lousy jade, must ye kick? INC. Whoever saw such a desperate Dick? Why Greedy-gut, do'st thou not know Inclination? GRE. Body of me, who hath drest thee of that fashion? Thou art bridled for biting now indeed, Sirrah, Master Lust would have thee make speed. INC. I am bridled, I, even as thou do'st see, Therefore desire him to come and help me. But what is the matter, that he for me sent? GRE. Marry, together with Greediness now he is bent; He hath had long talk with Carnal Cogitation, And is set on fire by the means of Elation, So that he is so lusty, he cannot abide, Therefore one or other for him must be spied. INC. Well, Greedy-gut, I pray thee, go and make haste. GRE. Tush, fear not, chill spend no time in waste. INC. I had rather than forty pence that he were come; If I be bridled long, I shall be undone. So sharp is this snaffle, called Restraint, That it maketh me sweat I am so faint: Hark! I hear the voice of my Master Lust; Now I shall be unbridled shortly, I trust. _Enter_ LUST. LUST. Cock's precious wounds, here hath been villainy. INC. Eh, they have used me with too much villainy, That old knave Sapience so counselled Just; But let me be unbridled, good Master Lust. [_Unbridle him._ LUST. Lo, now thou art unbridled, be of good cheer. INC. By'r Lady, I am glad I have gotten thus clear. But hark you, Master Lust, if I may do you pleasure, Whisper, whisper.