_Ill-W._ Yea, Sir! they be all merry and glad; With revel and rout sometime they be mad-- Pipe whore, hop thief, every knave and drab Is at our commandment. [HEALTH _turneth him_. _Health._ What do ye say? then ye are to blame, And we put you in trust for the same; To keep such rule, it is a shame; It is not for our honour. _Wit._ By the mass! the whoreson doth lie; There is no such rule, by God's body! A man may break his neck as lightly As his fast in your kitchen or cellar, truly! [LIBERTY _turneth him_. _Lib._ With that neither I am not content; I would there should be liberality competent; And, with honesty, it is convenient That our neighbour fare the better. _Ill-W._ You be angry with all that we have done? Come away, brother! let us go hence soon; I know a new master where we shall be welcome. God be with you, gentle master! _Wealth._ Why, will ye be gone for a word? Peradventure, we did but bord; Methink ye should your master ford For to speak my mind. D1,_r_. _Wit._ Nay, nay! I can tell what was the matter: Remedy was here, and he did flatter; Ye trust he more than us, and better; But, mark the end! what ye shall find. _Health._ With Good Remedy we spake, indeed; To follow his counsel we had need. He warned us that we should take heed Of excess and prodigality. _Wit._ I marvel ye speak so of Good Remedy: It is I that can do more than he. Wit can make shift at necessity When Remedy cannot be heard. I know some that hath, this thousand year, Sought Good Remedy, and yet never the near; Wit can put Remedy by, yea, this is clear; For Wit is a crafty lad. _Ill-W._ And Will is an ungracious stay; Will hath done many things men say; And if ye let Wit and Will go his way, Ye will repent it soon. _Lib._ Why, what cause have you to go your way? Ye shall abide with us, though you say, Nay; I will follow Will and Wit alway; And so I have ever done. _Wit._ If I wist all my masters would so do, Then from your service I would not go; Speak now! whether ye will or no, And let us know your mind. _Health._ Sirs! ye be welcome to me, plain; And for your company I am full fain; I had liever suffer great pain Than to leave my Wit and Will. _Ill-W._ Then, let us go hence; with kindness my heart do kill. D1,_v._ _Health._ I pray you, let us go; wherefore do we bide still? [_And goeth out_. [REMEDY _cometh in_.