_People._ Marry! chill tell you: as soon as ye were ago, Hither came a zort of courtnals, hard men and zore: They shaked me up, chwas ne'er zo rattled avore. They vell all upon me, catch a word that might catch; Well was him that at me, People, might get a snatch. Chould have been at home rather than a new groat; Ich may zedge to you, Is feared pulling out my throat. They bade me pike me home, and come at you no more. An ich did, they zware, Is should be corrompt therefore. Zo this prowt whorecop--what call ye him? _Resp._ Insolence! _People._ Yea! even this same, he vair popt me to silence. _Resp._ And how is it with you now? better than it was? _People._ All beginneth now to come gaily well to pass. We hear of your good vortune that goeth about; How ye beeth permounted, which maketh all us prout; And ich am able since to buy a new coat; And, Is thank God, chave in my purse a zilver groat. I wis ich could not zo zai these zix years afore; Whoever caused it, ill thank have they therefore. _Resp._ They will be here soon; bide you them here for a train. _People._ Mass! but I ninnat; would ye have om squat out on's brain? _Resp._ They shall not do thee harm the value of a point. _People._ Then, an you zai the word ichill jeopard a joint. _Resp._ If they but offer thee wrong, they shall smart therefore. _People._ Nay! will ye be zo good to tie om up avore? And what shalche zai to om? _Resp._ Nothing; but be abate, Till take them all here suddenly I may await. [_Exeat._ _People._ Well, it shall be do, chould laugh and both my hands clap, To zee Ricepuddingcakes envies take in a trap. And azee, pray! if zome of om come not yonder; Chould my lady had bide ne'er zo little longer. ACTUS QUINTI, SCENA OCTAVA. INSOLENCE. ADULATION. OPPRESSION. PEOPLE. AVARICE. _Insol._ Where is Avarice? Ho! He doth not now appear. _Adul._ He bid me monish you that we might all meet here. _Oppr._ But see where People standeth! _Adul._ What doth he here now? _Oppr._ About little goodness, I dare my word avow! _Insol._ Let us speak unto him. People! wherefore and why, Like a loitering losell, standest thou here idly? _Oppr._ Thou comest to Respublica to make some mone? _Adul._ Or else some complaint. _People._ You all see cham here alone. _Insol._ Ye must have silver money, must ye, gentleman? You cannot be content with such coin as we can? _Oppr._ Ye must burn wood and coal, must ye, all of pleasance? Burn turves, or some of thy bedstraw, with a vengeance! _Adul._ Ye must eat fresh meat bought from the shambles, must ye? Eat garlic and onions, and roots or grass, and lust ye!