AVARICE. Sith there is no remedy, I am here in readiness. [_Exit_ AVARICE. PHILOLOGUS. I beseech your lordship, even from the heart-root, That you would vouchsafe, for my contentation, To approve unto me by God's holy book Some one of the questions of our disputation: For I will hear you with heart's delectation, Because I would gladly to your doctrine consent, If that I could so my conscience content. But my conscience crieth out, and bids me take heed To love my Lord God above all earthly gain; Whereby all this while I stand in great dread, That if I should God's statutes disdain, In wretched state then I should remain. Thus crieth my conscience to me continually, Which if you can stay, I will yield to you gladly. CARDINAL. I can say no more than I have done already. Thou heardest that I called thee heretic and fool: If thou wilt not consent to me, and that speedily, With a new master thou shalt go to school. HYPOCRISY. Thou hast no more wit, I see, than this stool, Far unfit to dispute and reason with my lord: He can subdue thee with fire and sword quite with one word. TYRANNY.[49] Come follow apace, Sensual Suggestion, Or else I will leave you to come all alone. SUGGESTION. You go in haste, you make expedition: Nay, if you run so fast, I will none. This little journey will make me to groan. I use not to trouble myself in this wise, And now to begin I do not advise. TYRANNY. Have I not plied me, which am come again so soon, And yet have finished such sundry business? I have caused many pretty toys to be done, So that now I have each thing in readiness. CARDINAL. What, Master Zeal, you are praiseworthy, doubtless. Art thou prepared this gentleman to receive? He will roast a fagot, or else he me deceive. TYRANNY. In simple manner I will him entertain, Yet must he take it all in good part; And though his diet be small, he may not disdain, Nor yet contemn the kindness of my heart: For though I lack instruments to put him to smart, Yet shall he abide in a hellish black dungeon: As for blocks, stocks, and irons, I warrant him want none. HYPOCRISY. Well, farewell Philologus, you hear of your lodging. I would yet do you good, if that I wist how. CARDINAL. Let him go, Hypocrisy; stand not all day dodging: You have done too much for him, I make God avow. HYPOCRISY. Stay; for Suggestion doth come yonder now. Come on, lazy lubber, you make but small haste: Had you stayed a while longer, your coming had been waste. SUGGESTION. You know of myself I am not very quick, Because that my body I do so much tender; For Sensual Suggestion will quickly be sick, If that his own ease he should not remember. Thus one cause of my tarriance to you I do render: Another I had as I came by the way, Which did me the longer from your company stay. HYPOCRISY. What was that, Suggestion? I pray thee to us utter, For I am with child, till that I do it hear.