_Ill-W._ I can thee thank; this is well devised; And I, Ill-Will, would have every man despised. But now, another thing must be contrived, C1,_r._ Or else all will be nought. There is one they call Good Remedy In this realm; he hath great authority; He is a noble man, and much worthy: Many things he hath wrought. He is called lust, discreet, and indifferent, Willing to fulfil his sovereign's commandment; He is not 'fraid to do right punishment; Therefore of him I am afraid! _Wit._ So am I, too; this maketh me very sad. Yet, oftentimes, I have been hard bestrad; Now that I am warned of him I am very glad: S[ome crafty wile] for him [shall ye] had. _Ill-W._ Peace! no mo words; but mum! Methink I hear mast Wealth come. Kneel down and say such devout orison That they may hear us pray. Now, Jesu save Wealth, Health, and Liberty! [LIBERTY _and_ HEALTH _returneth back_ _with_ WEALTH. _Wealth._ Sirs! you will have both God's blessing; So are ye worth for your praying; Ye are well disposed, and of good living-- I will love you the better alway. _Ill-W._ Sir! this do we use every day; For Wealth, Health, and Liberty to pray. This same is my brother to you I [say]: He is an hard honest man! _Wit._ Forsooth, master! I am his brother; To be your servant was my coming hither; As long as we could be together Ye shall not perish than. _Health._ To have you both to service I am content. C1,_v._ How say you, Liberty? will you thereto consent? Will and Wit God hath us lent: We may be glad of them. _Lib._ If we should refuse Will and Wit We were to blame; for they be fit. Therefore, by my will they shall not flit: They be welcome to me. _Ill-W._ God thank you, masters, all three! Ye shall find us poor, but true we cannot be-- My tongue stumbles, I cry you mercy!-- We will be true, I should say. _Wealth._ Sirs, go your way home, unto one place! And we will hie us after a-pace; And when we come, we shall set you in case To have a living alway. _Health._ Then look ye do both truly and just; For we must put you in great trust; All our household guide ye must: Behave you[r]self well. _Wit._ Masters, fear not! for I have wit enough To beguile myself, and to beguile you; I have beguiled many one, I may say to you: I pray you keep that in counsel. _Lib._ Beware of that! what doth he say? Beguile us all? yet I charge thee, Nay! Ye shall not beguile us: if I may, I will beware betime. _Ill-W._ Sir, be not angry! I you pray; The fool wotteth not he doth say; He meaneth that he will be profitable alway, And save you many things.