_Man._ Forsooth! this is a noble religion; It stirreth me to great devotion For to see that place-- Canst thou bring me thither, well enow? _Sens._ Yea, and it were midnight, I make God avow! As dark as ever it was. _Man._ But, where is Bodily Lust now? _Then cometh in_ BODILY LUST, _with_ _him_ WORLDLY AFFECTION: SENSUALITY _standeth aside_. _Bod. Lust._ Marry, sir! I have seeken and sought you This three or four hours. _Man._ I make God avow! Ye give shrewd attendance; All this two days I could not thee espy. _Bod. Lust._ Sir! ye know well that ye and I Be never much asunder Albeit I be from you among. _Man._ And now meseemeth thou hast tarried too long, Which is to me great wonder. _Bod. Lust._ Wonder? yea, parde! for an hour or twain; Forth for a passing while and come again-- Here is a sore matter: When was I so long absent as now? And yet I was for to seek you At the other side of the water; The place that ye wot of, parde! Understand ye what I mean? _Man._ Yea, yea! _Bod. Lust._ Tell me in mine ear! _Man._ _Quid est Latinum propter le stewys?_ _Bod. Lust._ What! Latin? now this of the news; I heard never this ere: I trow ye begin to wax shamefaced! _Man._ Nay, nay, hardely! that gear is past, Many days agone. I am as wanton as ever I was. _Bod. Lust._ It were alms to hang you else--by the mass!-- By the hard neck bone. But will ye now go with me to a place And I shall show you the smorterst place That ever ye saw with eyes? _Man._ What thing is it? young or old? _Bod. Lust._ Whatever it be, it is able to be sold: It shall like you on the best wise. _Man._ For my love let us some night be there, At a banket or a rare supper; And get us some wanton meat So we may have some dainty thing-- Yet would I spend twenty shilling Wheresoever I it get. _Bod. Lust._ Nay, nay! will ye spend a couple of crowns? And there shall no gentleman in these ten towns Be better served than ye; Nor be received more honestly, As to an house of bawdry, For a banket or a junkery, For a dish two or three. _Man._ Yes! that will I spend with all mine heart. _Bod. Lust._ By your leave, I will depart To make ready this gear. _Man._ What! now, in all this haste? _Bod. Lust._ Yea, fore God, sir! I am aghast That other knaves will come thither Before us and take up all. _Man._ See thereto, I pray thee! _Bod. Lust_. So I shall; Else, fie on all together! [_Then goeth he out._ _Wor. Aff._ Now will Margery make great mone Because ye come not. _Man._ Yea, let her alone! I am not her bondman, parde! She hath disappointed me or now.