_Envy._ Sir, I have of gold three hundred pound, In a bag fast i-bound, At home locked in my chest. I purpose to go to Jerusalem; Ye shall keep it till I come again: I put you best in trust. _Pros._ Cousin, I would fain do the best Because ye are near of my blood. _Envy._ What! are ye now in that mood? Now I am your kinsman, because of my good; Before of me he had disdain! _Pros._ As for that, I was to blame; I knew you not--be not angry. Ye are welcome to me, cousin Charity. _Envy._ Then all these matters let be! I come hither with you to dwell; Ye must have more servants, I do you tell, Such as were necessary for your person. _Pros._ I am content after your provision; In every thing let it be done As ye think most expedient. _Envy._ Sir, I shall do mine intent To get you servants mo. _Pros._ I pray you heartily it may be so: A little season I will from you go, To solace me with some recreation. [_Exit._ _Envy._ He that sitteth above the moon C3,_r._ Evermore be in your protection! Aha! here is sport for a lord, That Prosperity and I be well at accord! I shall bring his thrift under the board, I trust, within short space. For it grieveth my heart right sore He hath so much treasure in store, And I have never the more. I must find some proper shift That from his good he may be lift; To bring him to Misrule I hold it best, For he can soon bring it to pass. _Here_ MISRULE _singeth, without coming in._ How! what rutterkin have we here? I would he were our subchanter Because he can so well sing. [_Enter_ MISRULE. _Misrule._ _Venir avecque vous gentyl compaygnon_ _Faictes bone chere pour lamour de sainct John_ _Mon coeur iocund is set on a merry pin_-- By my troth! I am disposed to revelling. _Envy._ So methinketh, by your coming in. What, Misrule! where hast thou been many years? _Mis._ By my troth, even amongst my peers. I came now straight from the stews, From little pretty Jone-- Lord! that she is a pretty one! _Envy._ Hold thy peace; let that alone. Hark! a word or twain to thee: I dwell now with Prosperity, Which hath much worldly treasure; If thou can contrive, in thy thought, How that he may be brought to nought, In all this world I desire no more. _Mis._ Tush! take no thought therefore; C3,_v._ I can provide for that in the best wise. _Envy._ Then let me hear thy device. _Mis._ I will bring him to clash, cards, and dice, And to proper trulls, that be wanton and nice, Which will not be kept with a small price. How thinkest thou? will not this do well? _Envy._ Yes; but hearken in counsel; Thou must change thy name. _Mis._ I will say I hight Mirth.