Lu. I will give thee thanks, when thou hast so done. _Here entereth in the_ COLLIER. NEW. Well, godfather, no mo words but mum! For yonder comes the Collier, as seemeth me. By the mass, he will make a good mate for thee. [_The_ DEVIL _walketh aside_. What, old acquaintance, small remembrance? Welcome to town with a very vengeance! Now welcome, Tom Collier, give me thy hand: As very a knave as any in England. COLL. By mass, god-a-marsy, my vreend Nichol! NEW. By God, and welcome, gentle Tom Lick-hole! COLL. Cham glad to zee thee merry, my vreend Nichol. And how dost nowadays, good Nichol? NEW. And nothing else but even plain Nichol? COLL. I pray thee, tell me how dost, good vreend Lick-hole? NEW. It is turn'd from Nichol to Lick-hole with Tom Collier. I say no more, Tom, but hold thy nose there. COLL. Nay, hold thy tongue, Nichol, till my nose doth come, So thou shalt take part, and I shall take some. NEW. Well, Tom Collier, let these things pass away; Tell me what market thou hast made of thy coal to-day? COLL. To every bushel cha zold but three peck: Lo, here be the empty zacks on my neck. Cha beguil'd the whoresons, that of me ha' bought; But to beguile me was their whole thought. NEW. But hast thou no conscience in beguiling thy neighbour? COLL. No, marry, so ich may gain vor my labour, It is a common trade nowadays, this is plain, To cut one another's throat for lucre and gain. A small vau't[335] as the world is now brought to pass. NEW. Thou art a good fellow, I swear by the mass: As fit a companion for the devil as may be. Lo, godfather Devil, this fellow will match with thee. [_He taketh him by the hand._ LU. And good Tom Collier thou art welcome to me. COLL. God amarsy, good Devil, cham glad of thy company. LU. Like will to like, I see very well. NEW. Godfather, wilt thou dance a little, before thee go home to hell? LU. I am content, so that Tom Collier do agree. COLL. I will never refuse (Devil) to dance with thee. NEW. Then, godfather, name what the dance shall be. LU. _Tom Collier of Croydon hath sold his coal._ NEW. Why then have at it, by my father's soul! [NICHOL NEWFANGLE _must have a gittern or some other instrument (if it may be); but if he have not, they must dance about the place all three, and sing this song that followeth, which must be done also, although they have an instrument_. _The Song._ _Tom Collier of Croydon hath sold his coals, And made his market to-day; And now he danceth with the Devil, For like will to like alway._ _Wherefore let us rejoice and sing, Let us be merry and glad; Sith that the Collier and the Devil This match and dance hath made._