[_Commences to untruss._ _Mis._ A! where? alack! fair babe, ba me! Abide! too soon I shall it see! _Now._ Here, here! see my head, good master! _Mis._ Lady, help! silly darling! _veni, veni!_ I shall help thee of thy pain; I shall smite off thy head, and set it on again. _Nought._ By our Lady, sir! a fair plaster! Will ye off with his head? it is a shrewd charm! As for me I have none harm; I were loth to forbear mine arm. Ye play: _in nomine Patris_, chop! _New G._ Ye shall not chop my jewels, and I may! _Now._ Yea, Christ's cross! will ye smite my head away? There! we're on anon; out! ye shall not assay-- I might well be called a fop! _Mis._ I can chop it off, and make it again. _New G._ I had a shrewd recumbentibus, but I feel no pain. _Now._ And my head is all safe and whole again. Now, touching the matter of Mankind, Let us have an interlection sithen ye be come hither; It were good to have an end. _Mis._ Ho, ho! a minstrel! know ye any aught? _Nought._ I can pipe on a Walsingham whistle, I, Nought, Nought. _Mis._ Blow apace! thou shall bring him in with a flowte. [Titivillus _roars from outside_. _Titivillus._ I come with my legs under me! _Mis._ Ho! New Guise, Now-a-days, hark! or I go: When our heads were together I spake of "Si didero." _New G._ So! go thy way! we shall gather money unto; Else there shall no man him see. Now, ghostly to our purpose, worshipful sovereigns! We intend to gather money, if it please your negligence, For a man with a head that [is] of great omnipotence-- _Now._ Keep your tail! in goodness, I pray you, good brother!-- He is a worshipful man, sirs, saving your reverence! He loveth no groats, nor pence, nor two pence; Give us red royals if ye will see his abominable presence! _New G._ Not so! ye that mow not pay the tone, pay the tother-- At the good man of this house first we will assay! God bless you, master! ye say us ill, yet ye will not say nay. Let us go by and by, and do them pay! Ye pay all alike? well mu[s]t ye fare! _Nought._ I say, New Guise, Now-a-days! _Estis vos pecuniatus?_ I have cried a fair while, I beshrew your patus! _Now._ _Ita vere magister_; come forth now, your gatus! He is a goodly man, sirs! make space and beware! [_Enter_ TITIVILLUS _dressed devilwise, net in hand_.] _Titi._ _Ego sum dominantium dominus_, and my name is Titivillus! Ye that have good horse, to you I say, _Caveatis!_ Here is an able fellowship to trise him out at your gates. [_Loquitur ad_ NEW GUISE. _Ego probo sic_: sir New Guise, lend me a penny!