_Rem._ They be here yet; to keep them fast is mine intent. Have them away, both to prison, incontinent! _Ill-W._ Lo, false knave! this is for thy crafty wit; Now fast by the heels we are like to sit. _Wit._ I am content so that I may have company; If I should be hanged I would be hanged honest. [_And goeth out._ _Rem._ Go hence with them, and bring Wealth and Liberty. _Health._ Come away, ye thieves! now I shall keep you surely! [_And goeth out._ _Ill-W._ Lock us up, and keep us as fast as ye can, Yet Ill-Will and Shrewd Wit shall be with many a man. _Rem._ I am half ashamed that long it hath been said That noble men by such wretches hath been deceived. They did rejoice and jest, and were very well apaid, Trusting to scape clear and still for to have reigned. But now, they shall not so; let them be well assured That Ill-Will and Shrewd Wit shall have but ill rest; D4,_r._ For wheresoever they be I will break their nest. _Wealth._ In the honour of God we ask you forgiveness, all three; We ought to be ashamed to look you in the face. By our folly and negligence we have done so unwisely; We were foully deceived; we put us to your grace: This shall be a good warning for us a long space; When man is well punished then he will beware; Who that knoweth what need is, will after dread care. _Rem._ I may not blame you greatly, for by mine own reason I know Ill-Will and Shrewd Wit deceiveth great and small. If ye can remember this, and beware another season, This is a good example and learning to you all: Now serve God and love Him, and for grace ever call, And Ill-Will and Shrewd Wit from you I shall abstain: Ye have used them too long to your damage and pain. _Health._ Forsooth, sir! ye say truth; they did us great displeasure; Full hard it is to vanquish the ungracious Ill-Will, He is so crooked by flattery, dissimulation, and such other. Man's mind is so variable, and glad to report ill, I fear many one yet would have him reign still; For some unto their own will hath so much affection: Yet the devil and Ill-Will is both of one complexion. _Lib._ Ill-Will is nought, but worse is Shrewd Wit; For he contriveth all subtle imagination; It were unpossible for a man else to do it. Shrewd Wit breweth mischief, and false conspiration; He hath put me, Liberty, in prison and great tribulation; If it had not been for your good remedy and furtherance, I, and other that hath liberty, should have been in durance.