PENURY. You have customers enou', and if they were ought. What do you with these boys here, to filch away your ware? You show all your wit: you'll ne'er have more care. WILL. Content ye, good wife: we do not filch, but buy. PENURY. I meant not you, young master, God's blessing on your heart: You have bought indeed, sir, I see, for your part. Be these two young gentlemen of your company? Buy, gentlemen, buy ballads to make your friends merry. WIT. To stand long with your burden, methinks, you should be weary. PENURY. True, gentlemen; but you may see, poor Painful-Penury Is fain to carry three tankards for a penny. But, husband, I say, come not home to dinner; it's Ember-day: You must eat nothing till night, but fast and pray. I shall lose my draught at Conduit, and therefore I'll away. Young gentlemen, God be with ye. SIMPLICITY. Wife, must I not dine to-day? PENURY. No, sir, by my fay. [_Exit_ PENURY. SIMPLICITY. If I must not eat, I mean to drink the more: What I spare in bread, in ale I'll set on the score. How say ye, my lads, and do I not speak wisely? WIT. Methinks ye do; and it's pretty that Simplicity Hath gotten to his wife plain Painful-Penury. SIMPLICITY. Yea, I thank God, though she he poor and scarce cleanly, Yet she is homely, careful, and comely. _One call within_. Wit, Wealth, and Will, come to your lords quickly. WILL. Must the scutcheons hang still? _One within_. Yea, let them alone. WIT. Farewell, Master Simplicity. [_Exeunt_. SIMPLICITY. Farewell, good master boys, e'en heartily, e'en heartily, heartily. And, hear ye, Will, I thank you for your hansel[245] truly. Pretty lads! hark ye, sirs, how? Will, Wit, Wealth! [_Re-]enter_ WIT. WIT. What's the matter, you call us back so suddenly? SIMPLICITY. I forgot to ask you whether your three lords of London be courtiers or citizens? WIT. Citizens born, and courtiers brought up. Is this all? Farewell. [_Exit_.