_Pros._ Now by the bread that God brake! I think long till I him see! Mirth! go before and ordain a good dish; One of flesh and another of fish. _Envy._ Nay, let all be flesh! A young pullet, tender and nesh, That never came on broach--have with thee or thou go! _Mis._ What shall I have? _Envy._ Four quarters of a knave, Roasted upon a spit! [_Exit_ MISRULE. _Pros._ Now, by my troth! and Colhazard will sit, I will play as long as an hundred pound will last. _Envy._ And ye will play an hundred pound at a cast, He will keep you play. _Pros._ Then let us go our way; I sit on thorns till I come there. _Envy._ That shall make your thrift full bare. _Pros._ What will it do? _Envy._ I say, we shall have good cheer When we come there. [_Exeunt ambo._ [PEACE _entereth_. _Peace._ When Phebus draweth into the occidental, D2,_r._ And obscured with clouds misty and dark, Then trees, herbs, and grass, by course natural, Want their chief comfort: thus saith many a clerk. And, likewise, that a man in his wark Is destitute of reason following sensual operation. The last time I was in this place Prosperity unto Misrule put his whole confidence. He regarded not my counsel; he lacked grace; Which, in time coming, shall turn him to inconvenience. With hazarders and rioters he keepeth residence At clash and cards, with all unthrifty game; Which, in continuance, shall bring him shame. To him yet I will resort: If he be brought in poverty I shall do him all the comfort And all the help that lieth in me; I will never rest till I him see. But seek about, from place to place, And bring him to some better grace. [_Exit._ [_Enter_ MISRULE.] _Mis._ Colhazard! art thou there? Whoreson knave! wilt thou no appear? By my troth! I had went to have found him here; I hold him gone some other way. And where is Envy? I cannot him espy: I trow he is with Prosperity. [_Enter_ ENVY. Prosperity? Nay! I may call him Foolish Poverty, As wise as a drake. I have brought him to dice, cards, and clash; And ever on his side ran the loss, That he is not worth a handful of moss, Neither hath not a whole brat to his back! _Envy._ Passion of God! is it come to that? D2,_v._ These tidings maketh my heart glad. _Mis._ In faith! he has neither gold, silver, ne plate: Colhazard and I be both at one. He promised me to have half the game; That everything shall be divided in twain-- He to have the one half, and I the other. _Envy._ Then let us be partners, as brother and brother. _Mis._ I cannot say till Colhazard come; Then shall we know, both all and some.