SIMONY. There were many of the clergy, and many of the nobility, And many right worshipful rich citizens, Substantial graziers,[199] and very wealthy farmers: But to see how the poor followed him, it was a wonder; Never yet at any burial I have seen such a number. LUCRE. But what say the people of the murder? SIMONY. Many are sorry, and say 'tis great pity that he was slain. But who be they? the poor beggarly people that so complain. As for the other, they say 'twas a cruel, bloody fact, But I perceive none will hinder the murderer for this cruel act. LUCRE. 'Tis well: I am glad of it. Now, Dissimulation, if you can get Love's good-will, I am contented with all my heart to grant there-until. DISSIMULATION. I thank you, good lady, and I doubt not but she With a little entreaty will thereto agree. SIMPLICITY. Now I have it in my breeches, and very well can tell, That I and my lady with Mistress Lucre shall dwell; But if I be her serving-fellow, and dwell there, I must learn to cog, lie, foist, and swear; And surely I shall never learn: marry, and 'twere to lie abed all day, I know to that kind of living I should give a good 'ssay:[200] Or if 'twere to eat one's meat, then I knew what I had to do. How say ye, sirrah, can I not? I'll be judg'd[201] by you. LUCRE. Now to you, little mouse: did I not tell you before, That I should, ere 'twere long, turn you both out of door? How say you, pretty soul, is't come to pass, yea or no? I think I have pull'd your peacock's plumes somewhat low. And yet you be so stout as though you felt no grief; But I know, ere it be long, you will come puling to me for relief. CONSCIENCE. Well, Lucre, well: you know pride will have a fall. What avantageth[202] it thee to win the world, and lose thy soul withal? Yet better it is to live with little, and keep a conscience clear, Which is to God a sacrifice, and accounted of most dear. LUCRE. Nay, Conscience, and you be bookish, I mean to leave ye; And the cold ground to comfort your feet I bequeath ye; Methink, you being so deeply learned may do well to keep a school. Why, I have seen so cunning a clerk in time to prove a fool. [_Exeunt_ LUCRE _and_ SIMONY. SIMPLICITY. Sirrah, if thou shouldst marry my lady, thou wouldst keep her brave, For I think now thou art a plaguy rich knave. DISSIMULATION. Rich I am, but as for knave, keep [that] to thyself. Come, give me my lady's gown, thou ass-headed elf. SIMPLICITY. Why, I'll go with thee, for I must dwell with my lady. DISSIMULATION. Pack hence away, [or] Jack Drum's entertainment:[203] she will none of thee. [_Exit_.