_Envy._ Shortly, get you to wilderness, or some other region; For they will hang you up at the Tyborn If they find you in this place; And I must depart also. _Cons._ This is to me much sorrow and woe; I will go into some far country. Farewell, gentle cousin, Charity! _Envy._ I shall pray for you: pray ye for me! This is an heavy departing, [_Et plora._ I can in no wise forbear weeping. Yet kiss me or ye go; For sorrow my heart will break in two. Is he gone? then have at laughing! A, sir! is not this a jolly game That Conscience doth not know my name? Envy, in faith! I am the same: What needeth me for to lie? I hate Conscience, Peace, Love and Rest; Debate and Strife, that love I best, According to my property. When a man loveth well his wife, I bring them at debate and strife-- This is seen daily; Also, between sister and brother; There shall no neighbour love another Where I dwell by. And now I tell you plain, Of one man I have disdain; Prosperity men do him call. He is nigh of my blood; C2,_r._ And he to have so much worldly good, That grieveth me worst of all. _Pros._ Jesus, that is both steadfast and stable, Ever perseverant, and never mutable-- He save this congregation! _Envy._ Welcome, Poverty! by Cock's passion! How have ye done this many a day? _Pros._ I thank God, as well as any may. Ye call me wrong: my name is Prosperity. _Envy._ Prosperity, with an evil hap! How the devil fortunest that? I knew thee Impatient Poverty. _Pros._ Whatsoever I was, let that matter pass, And take me as I am. _Envy._ I cry you mercy! I was to blame To call you by your old name; Yet all these people think ye are the same Impatient Poverty, as I said before. _Pros._ Avaunt! I tell thee, I am gentleman bore; If I hear thee report such words any more, Thou shalt be punished like a knave. _Envy._ A knave, quod a? by Cock's passion! I am your own cousin, And nigh of your consanguinity. _Pros._ Thou and I are not of one affinity. _Envy._ If I were a rich man ye would not say so by me; Ye would then say, I were your next kinsman on live. _Pros._ I say, go hence, and make no more strife; I set not by such a poor haskard. _Envy._ Sir, do not ye know my name? _Pros._ I know thee not, by Saint Jame. _Envy._ Charity, in faith! I am the same: What needeth me for to lie? C2,_v._ I am your cousin, and so will I die; Ye may be glad such a kinsman to have. _Pros._ Shall we have more ado yet, thou knave? I charge thee, never know me for your kin! _Envy._ I pray you, one word or I go. _Pros._ Say on, shortly; then have I do.