_Resp._ Vanquish Oppression and Adulation! For those three have nigh wrought my desolation. _Avar._ Hem, sirs! hem! there, keep your gowns close afore, I say! Have ye forgotten now what I told you one day? There is another, too, that would be chased hence. _Resp._ Who is that? _Avar._ Lucifer's son, called Insolence. _Resp._ Ye say truth, and many naughty ones mo than he. _Insol. and Oppr._ If ye dare trust us! _Insol._ All! _Oppr._ All shall reformed be! _Resp._ I thank you; and, I trust you for my maintenance, To be administere[d] for your good governance. _Insol._ Then, without fear or care, ye may yourself repose. _Oppr._ And let us alone with all such matters as those. _Resp._ Then, I leave you here, on our affairs to consult. [_Exeat_ RESP[UBLICA. _Insol._ When you please, in God's name! _Oppr._ We must both sift and bolt. _Adul._ She is gone. _Avar._ Well then, sirs! let us make no delay; But, about our market depart, each man his way. _Adul._ Nay! first let us sing a song to lighten our hearts. _Avar._ Then are ye like, for me, to sing but of three parts. Can Avarice['s] heart be set on a merry pin, And see no gain, no profit at all coming in? _Insol._ We shall have enough to drive away all sorrow. _Avar._ Then sing we _On bowne viage!_ and _Saint George thee borrow!_ [_Cantent: "Bring ye to me and I to ye," etc. et sic exeant._ ACTUS TERTIA, SCENA PRIMA. [RESPUBLICA.] _Resp._ The good hope, that my masters have put me in, To recover ruin that in me doth begin, Hath so recomforted my spirits and mine heart, That I feel much easement of my great grief and smart, Now, I do less wonder that lost men, life to save, Far from land do labour, against the roaring wave; For hope, I see, hath mighty operation Against the mortal sting of drooping desperation. Now, if I might but hear what Policy hath wrought, Or some one good thing that my friends to pass had brought, I would put no doubts but all thing should soon be well-- Lo! where cometh Honesty: he will the truth tell. ACTUS TERTII, SCENA SECUNDA ADULATION. RESPUBLICA. _Adul._ Three hundred pound by year, and a good manor place-- Well, it is metely well, in so short time and space! More will come right shortly; this gear doth gaily walk. Bones! here is Respublica, what use I such ta[l]ke? I seek lady Respublica! _Resp._ Lo, I am here! And welcome, Honesty! what do my friends most dear?