_Titi._ Mankind was busy in his prayer, yet I did him arise; He is conveyed, by Christ! from his divine service. Whither is he? trow ye? I-wis, I am wonder-wise: I have sent him forth to shit lesings. If ye have any silver, in hap pure brass, Take a little pow[d]er of Paris and cast over his face; And even in the owl-flight let him pass-- Titivillus can learn you many pretty things! I trow Mankind will come again soon, Or else, I fear me, evensong will be done: His beades shall be triced aside, and that anon. Ye shall [see] a good sport if ye will abide-- Mankind cometh again; well fare he! I shall answer him _ad omnia quare_. There shall he set abroach a clerical maller; I hope of his purpose to set him aside. [_Re-enter_ MANKIND.] _Man._ Evensong hath be in the saying, I trow, a fair while; I am irk of it; it is too long by one mile. Do way! I will no more, so oft, on the church stile; Be as it may, I shall do another. Of labour and prayer, I am near irk of both; I will no more of it though Mercy be wroth. My head is very heavy; I tell you, forsooth! I shall sleep, full my belly and he were my brother. [MANKIND _sleeps and snores_. _Titi._ And ever ye did, me keep now your silence! Not a word! I charge you, pain of forty pence! A praty game shall be showed you or ye go hence. Ye may hear him snore; he is sad a-sleep. Whist! peace! the devil is dead! I shall go rond in his ear: Alas, Mankind, alas! Mercy [has] stolen a mare; He is run away from his master, there wot no man where; Moreover, he stale both a horse and a neat. But yet, I heard say, he brake his neck as he rode in France; But I think he rideth over the gallows, to learn for to dance, Because of his theft: that is his governance. Trust no more on him; he is a marred man! Mickle sorrow with thy spade beforn thou hast wrought; Arise, and ask mercy of New Guise, Now-a-days, and Nought! They come! Advise thee for the best; let their good will be sought; And thy own wife brethel, and take thee a leman! Farewell, everyone! for I have done my game; For I have brought Mankind to mischief and to shame. [TITIVILLUS _goes out_. _Man._ Whoop! ho! Mercy hath broken his neckercher, a vows! Or he hangeth by the neck high up on the gallows. Adieu, fair master! I will haste me to the ale-house, And speak with New Guise, Now-a-days, and Nought; A[nd] get me a leman with a smattering face. [_Enter_ NEW GUISE.]