LUCRE. O, how joyful may I be that such success do find! No marvel, for poverty and desire of Lucre do force them follow my mind. Now may I rejoice in full contentation, That shall marry Love with Dissimulation: And I have spotted Conscience with all abhomination. But I forget myself, for I must to the wedding, Both vauntingly and flauntingly, although I had no bidding. [_Exit_ LUCRE. _Enter_ DISSIMULATION _and_ COGGING _his man, and_ SIMONY. COGGING. Sir, although you be my master, I would not have you to upbraid my name, But I would have you use the right skill and title of the same: For my name is neither scogging[214] nor scragging, but ancient Cogging. Sir, my ancestors were five of the four worthies, And yourself are of my near kin. DISSIMULATION. Indeed thou say'st true, for Cogging is a kinsman to Dissimulation. But, tell me, have you taken the names of the guests? COGGING. Yea, sir. DISSIMULATION. Let me hear after what fashion. _The names of the guests told by_ COGGING. COGGING. There is, first and foremost, Master Forgery and Master Flattery, Master Perjury and Master Injury: Master Cruelty and Master Pickery, Master Bribery and Master Treachery; Master Wink-at-wrong and Master Headstrong, Mistress Privy-theft And Master Deep-deceit, Master Abomination and Mistress Fornication his wife, Ferdinando False-weight and Frisset False-measure his wife. DISSIMULATION. Stay: Fornication and Frisset False-measure are often familiar with my Lady Lucre, and one of them she accounts her friend. Therefore they shall sit with the bride in the middest, and the men at each end. Let me see; there are sixteen, even as many as well near is able To dine in the summer-parlour at the playing-table; Beside my fellow Fraud, and you, fellow Simony; But I shall have a great miss of my fellow Usury. SIMONY. Take no care for that; he came home yesterday even, no longer: His pardon was quickly begged, and that by a courtier. But, sirrah, since he came home, he had like to have slain Good Neighbourhood and Liberality, Had not True Friendship stepp'd between them very suddenly. But, sirrah, he hit True Friendship such a blow on the ear, That he keeps out of all men's sight, I think[215] for shame or for fear. DISSIMULATION. Now, of my troth, it is a pretty jest: hath he made True Friendship hide his head? Sure, if it be so, Good Neighbourhood and Liberality for fear are fled. SIMONY. But, fellow Dissimulation, tell me what priest shall marry ye! DISSIMULATION. Marry, that shall an old friend of mine, Master Doctor Hypocrisy. SIMONY. Why, will you not have Sir Peter Pleaseman to supply that want?