Will it like you, therefore, that I survey And see th' extent of all your land, And thereupon in all thee hast purvey, Both for you and yours, all manner of viand, With other utensils ready at your hand; So that ye be purveyed all times, early and late, Of each thing that belongeth to your estate? _Man._ Your counsel is good; do as ye think best; I commit all such thing to your discretion. [_Wor. Aff._] I shall do my true business, at the least To bring all things to good conclusion. [_He maketh to go out._ _Man._ Abide, Worldly Affection! ye made no mention Who should await and give attendance; I must have mo servants whatsoever chance. _Wor. Aff._ What? ye have Sensuality! ask never other counsel Of such matter; he can you best advise. He knoweth where all such manner persons dwell As be most apt to do you worldly service. [_Then he goeth out._ _Sens._ Yea, on my peril, sir! I shall take the enterprise Of all such matters; and, look! where I find Any man of pleasure, on him set your mind. Lo! will ye see--lo! here cometh one; Even the last man that was in my thought. _Man._ What is he? _Sens._ Ye shall see anon. A well-drawn man is he; and a well-taught, That will not give his head for nought; And, thereto goodly, as ye shall see in a day As well-apparelled at each point of his array. [MANKIND _goes aside_. [_Pride._] Who dwelleth here? will no man speak? Is there no fool nor hoddypeak? Now, by the bell! it were alms to break Some of these knaves' brows. A gentleman comes in at the doors, That all his days hath worn gilt spurs, And none of these knaves nor cutted whores Bids him welcome to house! Wot ye not how great a lord I am? Of how noble progeny I came? My father a knight; my mother called madame; Mine ancestors great estates. And now the livelood is to me fall By both their deaths natural: I am spoken of more than they all, Hence to Paris gates. How say ye, sirs, by mine array? Doth it please you, yea or nay? In the best wise, I dare well say! By that ye know me awhile And one thing I put you out of doubt; I have wherewith to bear it out As well as any man hereabout Within these hundred mile. Behold [_the rest of the line, almost cut away, is indecipherable_.] A staring colour of scarlet red: I promise you a fine thread And a soft wool. It cost me a noble at one pitch-- The scald capper sware sithich That it cost him even as mich-- But there Pride had a pull.