SIMPLICITY. Now, God's blessing on his heart: why, 'twas time that he was dead: He was an old churl, with never a good tooth in his head. And he ne'er kept no good cheer that I could see; For if one had not come at dinner-time, he should have gone away hungry. I could never get my belly-full of meat; He had nothing but beef, bread, and cheese for me to eat. Now I would have had some pies, or bag-puddings with great lumps of fat; But, I warrant ye,[196] he did keep my mouth well enough from that. Faith, and he be dead, he is dead: let him go to the devil, and he will; Or if he will not go thither, let him even lie there still. I'll ne'er make wamentation for an old churl, For he has been a great while, and now 'tis time that he were out of the worl'. _Enter_ LUCRE. LUCRE. What, Conscience, thou look'st like a poor pigeon, pull'd of late. CONSCIENCE. What, Lucre, thou lookest like a whore, full of deadly hate. LUCRE. Alas! Lucre, I am sorry for thee, but I cannot weep.[197] CONSCIENCE. Alas! Lucre, I am sorry for thee that thou canst no honesty keep: But such as thou art, such are the[198] attenders on thee, As appears by thy servant Usury, that hath killed that good member Hospitality. SIMPLICITY. Faith, Hospitality is killed, and hath made his will, And hath given Dissimulation three trees upon an high hill. LUCRE. Come hither, Dissimulation, and hie you hence, so fast as you may, And help thy fellow Usury to convey himself out of the way: Further will the justices, if they chance to see him, not to know him, Or know[ing] him, not by any means to hinder him; And they shall command thrice so much at my hand. Go trudge, run; out, away: how? dost thou stand! DISSIMULATION. Nay, good lady, send my fellow Simony; For I have an earnest suit to ye. LUCRE. Then, Simony, go, do what I have will'd. SIMONY. I run, Madam: your mind shall be fulfilled. [_Exit_. CONSCIENCE. Well, well, Lucre, _Audeo et taceo_: I see and say nothing; But I fear the plague of God on thy head it will bring. DISSIMULATION. Good lady, grant that love be your waiting-maid. For I think, being brought so low, she will be well apaid. LUCRE. Speakest thou in good earnest, or dost thou but dissemble? I know not how to have thee, thou art so variable. DISSIMULATION. Lady, though my name be Dissimulation, yet I speak _bona fide_ now. If it please you my petitions to allow. _Enter_ SIMONY. LUCRE. Stand by: I'll answer thee anon. What news, Simony, Bringest thou of thy fellow Usury? SIMONY. Marry, madam, good news; for Usury lies close, Hid in a rich man's house, that will not let him loose, Until they see the matter brought to a good end; For Usury in this country hath many a good friend: And late I saw Hospitality carried to burying. LUCRE. I pray thee, tell me who were they that followed him?