Marry, here is merchandise, who so list for to buy any: Come, see for your love, and buy for your money, This is land, which I must distribute anon, According to my promise, ere I be gone, For why Tom Tosspot, since he went hence, Hath increased a noble just unto nine-pence,[351] And Ralph Roister, it may no otherwise be chosen, Hath brought a pack of wool to a fair pair of hosen. This is good thrift, sirs, learn it who shall, And now a couple of fellows are come from Cutpurse Hall; And there have they brought many a purse to wrack. Lo, here is gear that will make their necks for to crack. For I promised Tom Tosspot and Ralph Roister a piece of land: Lo, here it is ready in my right hand: A wallet and a bottle; but it is not to be sold. I told them before, that of Beggar's Manor it did hold, And for Cuthbert Cutpurse and Pierce Pickpurse here is good fare: This is the land of the two-legged mare, Which I to them promised, and [to] divide it with discretion: Shortly you shall see I will put them in possession. How like you this merchandise, my masters? Is it not trim? A wallet, a bottle, a staff, and a string, How say'st thou, Wat Waghalter? Is not this a trim thing? In faith, Ralph Roister is in good case, as I suppose; For he hath lost all that he hath, save his doublet and his hose, And Tom Tosspot is even at that same point; For he would lose a limb or jeopard a joint; But, behold, yonder they come both, now all is gone and spent, I know their errand, and what is their intent. [_Here entereth in_ RALPH ROISTER _and_ TOM TOSSPOT _in their doublet and their hose, and no cap nor hat on their head, saving a nightcap, because the strings of the beards may not be seen, and_ RALPH ROISTER _must curse and ban as he cometh in._[352]] RALPH. Well, be as be may, is no banning; But I fear that, when that this gear shall come to scanning, The land to the which we did wholly trust: Shall be gone from us, and we cast in the dust. TOM. Gog's blood, if Nichol Newfangle serve us so, We may say, that we have had a shrewd blow; For all that I had is now lost at the dice, My sword, my buckler, and all at sink and cise;[353] My coat, my cloak, and my hat also; And now in my doublet and my hose I am fain to go. Therefore, if Nichol Newfangle help not now at a pinch I am undone, for of land I have not an inch. RALPH. By Gog's wounds, even so is it now with me, I am in my doublet and my hosen, as you see: For all that I had doth lie at pledge for ale. By the mass, I am as bare as my nail, Not a cross of money to bless me have I; But I trow we shall meet Nichol Newfangle by and by. [NICHOL NEWFANGLE _comes forward_. NEW. Turn hither, turn hither, I say, sir knave, For I am even he, that you so fain would have.