SIMPLICITY. I'll tell thee, my lad. Come hither: if thou wilt be ruled by me, thou shalt pay nothing; I'll give it thee, if thou wilt dwell with me; and, I promise thee, this counsel is for thy prefarmin'.[243] Hadst not thou better serve a freeman of the City, and learn a trade to live another day, than to be a serving-boy in thy youth, and to have no occupation in thine age. I can make thee free, if thou wilt be my prentice. WEALTH. Why, Wealth is free everywhere: what need I serve you? My lord is a freeman, if that may do me good. SIMPLICITY. I cry you mercy, master boy: then, your master is free of the Lord's Company, and you serve him, that you may be a lord, when you come out of your years. WIT. Wealth is a proud boy, gaffer: what say you to me? SIMPLICITY. Thy name is Wit: wilt thou dwell with me? WIT. If I like your name and science, perchance we'll agree. SIMPLICITY. Nay, my name and mine honesty is all one: it is well known. He's a very fool that cannot beguile me, for my name is Simplicity. WILL. Goads,[244] gaffer! were you not a mealman once, and dwelt with Lady Conscience? SIMPLICITY. Yes, for want of a better. WILL. What, a better man? SIMPLICITY. No; for want of a better mistress: she was as very a fool as I. We dwelt so long together, that we went both on begging. WIT. Indeed, they that use a good conscience cannot suddenly be rich. But I'll not dwell with ye: you are too simple a master for me. WILL. Nor I'll not dwell with you for all this world's treasure. SIMPLICITY. No? Why, whom serve you, Will? WILL. I serve my Lord Pleasure. SIMPLICITY. And whom serve you, Wit? WIT. I serve my Lord Policy. SIMPLICITY. And whom serve you, Wealth? WEALTH. I serve my Lord Pomp. SIMPLICITY. You should be served all with my Lord Birchley, if you were well served. These lads are so lordly that louts care not for them; for Wealth serves Pomp, Wit serves Policy, and Will serves Pleasure. Wealth, will you buy this picture for your lord? [_Shew Tarlton's picture_. WEALTH. No: it is too base a present for Pomp. WIT. And Policy seldom regards such a trifle. WILL. Come on, gaffer, come on; I must be your best chapman: I'll buy it for Pleasure. Hold, there is a groat. SIMPLICITY. Gramercy, good Will, my wife shall love thee still; And since I can neither get Wit nor Wealth, Let my wife have her Will, and let me have my health. God forgive me, I think I never name her, but it conjures her: look where she comes! Be mannerly, boys, that she knock ye not with her staff: Keep your own counsel, and I'll make ye laugh. What do ye lack? What lack ye? Stand away, these boys, from my wares: Get ye from my stall, or I'll wring you by the ears: Let my customers see the wares. What lack ye? What would ye have bought? _Enter_ PAINFUL-PENURY, _attired like a water-bearing woman, with her tankard_.