_Avar._ Then must ye needs be most heartily welcome: We had ne'er more need of you, by my halidom! There be in this country which, but ye comfort [send], Are full like to make both a mad and a short end. _Miser._ I will go to do that I said, Respublica! And return with speed. _Resp._ Sweet Misericordia! [_Exeat_ MI[SERICORDI]A. _Avar._ Good Misericordia, now! and lady most dear!-- Christ blister on your heart! what make you here? _Resp._ Come back, Policy! _Avar._ I come! _Resp._ Whither would ye now? _Avar._ Convey myself hence honestly, if I wist how. _Resp._ When come ye, Policy? what look ye? something lost! _Avar._ Anon! if I tarry, it will turn to my cost. _Resp._ Ah, friend, Policy! _Avar._ Yea! _Resp._ Now shall I be in bliss. _Avar._ Thanks to God!--we must find provision for this. _Resp._ Ha! _Avar._ Did not I e'er tell you that God would you save? Ye may see now what it is, good rulers to have. _Resp._ Ye say truth; but look! yonder cometh Honesty. _Avar._ Pray God, amen! _Resp._ Yes, look else! _Avar._ What news bringeth he? _Adul._ I should speak a word in th' ear of Policy; If I may not so, I will speak it openly. _Resp._ I have not seen you a great while, Honesty. _Adul._ O noble Lady Respublica! well you be? _Resp._ All shall be now, such news I have to me brought. _Adul._ I hear it told for truth, Policy, all will be nought. _Resp._ Hearest thou any joyful news abroad, or not? _Adul._ Yea! I have certain news, which are both brim and hot. There is new start-up, a lady called Verity. _Resp._ Then am I all safe, and sure of prosperity. How was it spoken? _Adul._ This is Latin, gross and blunt: _Misericordia et Veritas sibi obviaverunt_; That is, Mercy and Truth are both met together. _Resp._ Then will it not be long ere they both come hither. _Avar._ Hither? how so? _Resp._ Yea, both Mercy and Verity. _Avar._ A pestle on them both, saving my charity! But soft, brother Honesty! ye might mistake it: Of which Verity was't, trow you, that they spake it? _Adul._ Of the general Verity, Old Time's daughter. _Avar._ Faith! they were not our friends that first hither brought her. Old Time's daughter? that shuttle-brained, tall, long man! That ne'er standeth still, but flyeth as fast as he can, Much like as he swimmed or glided upon ice? _Adul._ Yea! _Resp._ For all that, of wise men, he is thought most wise. _Avar._ I know him; he carrieth a clock on his head; A sand glass in his hand, a dial in his forehead. _Resp._ Ye say truth, Policy: the same is very he.