INC. By Saint Mary! then they have made a wise match, I pretend therefore to leap over the hatch: Nay, let me depart, sirs; stop me not, I say, For I must remain, though both these decay. [_Go out._ LUST. Lust from the beginning frequented hath been, And shall I now turn to nothing for thee? TREAS. Treasure in all ages hath been beloved, And shall she from the earth by thee be removed? TIME. You know that all such things are subject to time; Therefore me to withstand is no reason nor rhyme; For like as all things in time their beginning had, So must all things in time vanish and fade. LUST. Gog's wounds, let Treasure remain still with me. TREAS. Yea, let me continue still in my dignity. TIME. Nay, I must carry you into Vulcan's fire, Where you shall be tried unto the uttermost. Seeing Lust against Trust did daily conspire, To dust he shall turn for all his great boast! Both of you shall have one rigorous host; Come therefore with speed, Time cannot tarry: To the end of your felicity I will you carry. TREAS. If there be no remedy, then there is no shift. LUST. He must needs go, that is driven by the devil's drift; Ah! Cock's precious sides, what fortune is this! Whither go I now, to misery or bliss? [_Go out._ _Enter_ JUST, _leading_ INCLINATION _in his bridle shackled_. INC. We--he, he, he, he! ware the horse-heels, I say; I would the rein were loose, that I might run away. JUST. Nay, sith thou wilt not spare against me to rebel, I will not spare, by God's grace, thee to bridle; All men may see how vile Inclination Spareth not to put the just to vexation; Even so may all men learn of me again, Thy beastly desires to bridle and restrain. INC. Marry, sir, I am bridled indeed, as you say, And shackled, I think, for running away; This snaffle is sharp indeed for the nonce, And these shackles do chafe my legs to the bones; And yet will I provoke, spurn and prick, Rebel, repugn, lash out and kick. We-he!-- JUST. In the jade's name, are ye so fresh? This gear, I suppose, will pluck down your flesh. Nay, soft, thou shalt have a little more pain, For somewhat shorter now I will tie thy rein. _Enter_ TRUST _and_ CONSOLATION. TRUST. Most blessed and happy, I say, are the just, Even because they restrain their own inclination; Thou, therefore, that hast made thy treasure of trust, Behold, I have brought thee here Consolation. JUST. Now blessed be God of his mercy and grace, With all my heart and soul I do you embrace.