V. L. If it be so, I marvel very much, That the dulness of my wit should be such, That you should be altogether out of my memory. Tell me your name, I pray you heartily. NEW. By the faith of my body, you will appose me by and by; But, in faith, I was but little when I was first born; And my mother to tell me my name thought it scorn. V. L. I will never acquaint me with such in any place, As are ashamed of their names, by God's grace. NEW. I remember my name now, it is come to my mind: I have mused much, before I could it find. Nichol Newfangle it is; I am your old friend. V. L. My friend? marry, I do thee defy, And all such company I do deny. For thou art a companion for roisters and ruffians, And not fit for any virtuous companions. NEW. And, in faith, art thou at plain defiance? Then I see I must go to mine old acquaintance. Well, Cuthbert Cutpurse and [Pierce] Pickpurse, we must go together; For, like will to like, quoth the Devil to the Collier. V. L. Indeed, thou say'st true, it must needs be so, For like will ever to his like go; And my conditions and thine so far do disagree, That no familiarity between us may be. For thou nourishest vice both day and night: My name is Virtuous Life, and in virtue is my delight. So vice and virtue cannot together be united; But the one the other hath always spited. For as the water quencheth fire, and the flame doth suppress, So virtue hateth vice, and seeketh a redress. PIERCE. Tush, if he be so dangerous, let us not him esteem, And he is not for our company, I see very well; For if he be so holy, as he doth seem, We and he differ as much as heaven and hell. NEW. You know, that like will to like alway, And you see how holily he is now bent: To seek his company why do we assay? PIERCE. I promise you, do you what you will, I do not consent: For I pass not for him, be he better or be he worse. NEW. Friend, if you be wise, beware your purse. For this fellow may do you good when all comes to all; If you chance to lose your purse in Cutpurse Hall. But, in faith, fare ye well, sith of our company you be weary: We will go to a place, where we will be merry. For I see your company and ours do far differ; For like will to like, quoth the Devil to the Collier. CUTHB. Well, let us be gone, and bid him adieu: For I see this proverb proveth very true. PIERCE. Then let us go to Hob Filcher's house, Where we will be merry, and quass carouse. And there shall we find Tom Tosspot, with other mo, Meet makes for us: therefore let us go. Then, seeing we are all of one mind, Let us three go, and leave a knave here behind. [_Exeunt_ NEW., CUTHB., _and_ PIERCE. _They sing this song[350] as they go out from the place._