[_Enter_ COLHAZARD. _Col._ Here is a bag of gold so round, Herein is two thousand pound; Of Prosperity me it won. What man is able with me to make comparison? Now shall I take a merchant's place To occupy; I trust, within short space, To be in credence with English men; And when I am so well betrust, I may borrow so much as me lust. A subtle craft then find I must To convey under colour, like free men. _Envy._ Hark, this knave! so proud and stout, That had not to his arse a whole clout When he came to this land; and now hath brought about To compare with a state. _Mis._ Now must I have half money, and half plate. _Col._ Nay, by God! there thou spake too late; None thereof from me shall scape: Then had I lived too long. _Mis._ Thou promised me, when thou began, Half thy winning I should have. _Col._ Hold thy peace, lewd knave! Knowest thou to whom thou dost speak? _Mis._ A, whoreson, thy head shall I break! D3,_r._ _Envy._ For the passion of God, sober your mood! I fear shedding of knave's blood. _Here they fight and run all out of the place,_ _and then entereth_ PROSPERITY _poorly [clad]_ _and saith_. _Pov._ O Jesu! what may this mean? My goods are spent and wasted away! Also my men are from me clean; I see them not this seven nights' day. As long as I might spend and pay, They held me up with false dissimulation; And now they forsake me in my most tribulation. [ENVY _returneth followed by_ MISRULE. _Envy._ Come! for Cock's bones! why tarry ye so long? _Mis._ In faith! I come as fast as I can; I am so angry, I wot not what to do, That yonder knave scaped from me so. _Envy._ What knave is this? I hold him some spy. _Pov._ I am your master; know ye not me? _Envy._ Thou art come alate out of Marshalsea. _Mis._ Methink his hair groweth through his hood! _Pov._ Alas! Colhazard hath won all my good, And left me never a groat. _Envy._ Marry! so methink; ye have changed your coat; But now ye have one vantage. _Pov._ What is that? _Envy._ Your executors shall not strive for your goods another day; Nor thieves shall not rob you, going by the way: Thus ye shall stand out of doubt. _Mis._ Hence, ragged knave! or thou shall bear me a clout: His clothes smell all of the smoke. _Envy._ Now, by saint Hugh, that holy bishop! This matter is well brought to pass: He is now a knave as he was-- First a knave, and then a man; D3,_v._ And now he is a knave again. _Pov._ Why say ye so? ye be to blame: I am your master, Prosperity! _Mis._ Avaunt, lorel! and evil to thee! Get thee out of this company! Beginnest thou now to make comparison?