_Mis._ I will not so! I will set a court-- Ah! do it _[in] forma juris d'hasard_! [NOW-A-DAYS _make[th] proclamation_. _Now._ Oyez! oyez! oyez! All manner of men, and common women, To the Court of Mischief either come or send; Mankind shall return, he is one of our men! _Mis._ Nought! come forth! thou shall be steward. _New G._ Master Mischief! his side-gown may be sold; He may have a jacket thereof, and money told. _Man._ I will do for the best, so I have no cold. Hold! I pray you, and take it with you. _Nought (scri[bit])._ And let me have it again in any wise. _New G._ I promise you a fresh jacket after the new guise. _Man._ Go! and do that longeth to your office; A[nd] spare that ye may! [NEW GUISE _goeth out_. _Nought._ Hold, Master Mischief, and read this! _Mis._ Here is _blottibus in blottis,_ _Blottorum blottibus istis_: I beshrew your ears! a fair hand! _Now._ Yea! it is a good running fist; Such an hand may not be missed! [_Goes out._ _Nought._ I should have done better, had I wist. _Mis._ Take heed, sirs, it stand you on hand! _Curia tenta generalis_, In a place--there good ale is!-- _Anno regni regitalis_. _Edwardi millatene_, On yestern-day in Febru'ry--the year passeth fully-- As Nought hath written--here is our Tulli, _Anno regni regis nulli_. _Now._ What ho, New Guise! thou makest much [tarrying]; That jacket shall not be worth a farthing. [_Re-enter_ NEW GUISE.] _New. G._ Out of my way, sirs! for dread of fighting! Lo! here is a feat tail, light to leap about! _Nought._ It is not shapen worth a morsel of bread; There is too much cloth; it weighs as any lead. I shall go and mend it; else I will lose my head-- Make space, sirs! let me go out! [NOUGHT _goes out_. _Mis._ Mankind, come hither! God send you the gout! Ye shall go to all the good fellows in the country about; Unto the good-wife when the good-man is out-- "I will," say ye! _Man._ I will, sir! _New G._ There arn'[t] but six deadly sins; lechery is none; As it may be verified by us brethels everyone. Ye shall go rob, steal, and kill, as fast as ye may gone-- "I will," say ye! _Man._ I will, sir! _Now._ On Sundays, on the morrow, early betime, Ye shall with us to the ale-house early, to go dine; A[nd] forbear mass and matins, hours and prime-- "I will," say ye! _M[an]._ I will, sir! _Mis._ Ye must have by your side a long dapacem, As true men ride by the way, for to unbrace them; Take their money, cut their throats; thus over face them-- "I will," say ye! _Man._ I will, sir! [_Re-enter_ NOUGHT.] _Nought._ Here is a jolly jacket--how say ye?