PIERCE. In faith, I think we are both of one age well nigh. CUTHB. I suppose there is no great difference, truly: But wherefore ask you? I pray you, tell me why? NEW. I will tell you the cause without any delay: For a piece of land is fallen, as I hear say, Which by succession must come to one of you: A proper plot it is, this is most true. For thou, Cuthbert Cutpurse, was Cuthbert Cutthroat's son, And thou, Pierce Pickpurse, by that time thou hast done, Canst derive thy pedigree from an ancient house: Thy father was Tom Thief, and thy mother was Tib Louse. This piece of land, whereto you inheritors are, Is called the land of the two-legged mare;[349] In which piece of ground there is a mare indeed, Which is the quickest mare in England for speed. Therefore, if you will come anon unto me, I will put you in possession, and that you shall see. CUTHB. I cannot believe that such luck is happen'd to us. NEW. It is true, that I to you do discuss. PIERCE. If you will help us to this piece of ground, Both of us to you shall think ourselves bound. NEW. Yes, in faith, you shall have it, you may believe me; I will be as good as my word, as shortly you shall see. CUTHB. Then, brother Pierce, we may think ourselves happy, That ever we were with him acquainted. PIERCE. Even so we may of a certainty, That such good luck unto us hath happened. But, brother Cuthbert, is it not best To go in for awhile, and distribute this booty? Whereas we three will make some feast, And quass together, and be merry. CUTHB. What say you, Nichol? NEW. I do agree. _Here entereth_ VIRTUOUS LIVING. But, soft, awhile be ruled by me, Look, yonder a little do you not see, Who cometh yonder? awhile we will abide; Let him say his pleasure, and we will stand aside. V. L. O gracious God, how wonderful are thy works, How highly art thou of all men to be praised: Of Christians, Saracens, Jews, and also Turks, Thy glory ought to be erected and raised. What joys hast thou prepared for the virtuous life, And such as have thy name in love and in awe; Thou hast promised salvation to man, child, and wife, That thy precepts observe, and keep well thy law. And to the virtuous life what doth ensue? _Virtutis premium honor_, Tully doth say; Honour is thy guerdon for virtue due, And eternal salvation at the latter day. How clear in conscience is the virtuous life! The vicious hath consciences so heavy as lead. Their conscience and their doing is alway at strife; And altogether they live yet to sin they are dead. NEW. God give you good-morrow, sir, how do you to-day? V. L. God bless you also both now and alway. I pray you, with me have you any acquaintance? NEW. Yea, marry, I am an old friend of yours, perchance.