_Sens._ I must go seek him without any tarrying-- But, Pride! I warn you of one thing While I think thereon: When my master and ye shall meet, In any wise see that ye him greet In the old fashion; And make as though ye know nothing Of his divers and variable dealing; Keep that in your breast. Ye cannot do him more displeasure Than thereof to make reporture; Therefore, let it rest! To speak thereof it is high treason. [_Then he goeth out._ _Pride._ I am glad ye warn me thus in season; I shall be the better ware. By this warning I shall be wise And do as ye me advertise: Take thereof no care. [_Enter_ SLOTH. _Sloth._ Will ye be wise, quod a? marry! that is a thing-- By God! ye had need to have better warning Or ye bring that about. _Pride._ What, brother Sloth! from whence comest thou? _Sloth._ Straight from my bed, I make God avow! Mine eyes be almost out For lack of sleep--but this, sir! to you: Methought ye called me Sloth, right now; Peace, no more of that! I have a new name as well as ye. _Pride._ What is that? Ease? _Sloth._ Yea, parde! But it forceth not While our master is not present. Between us twain I am content Call me what ye will-- But where is our master? _Pride._ Wottest thou ne'er? _Sloth._ No! _Pride._ No more do I. _Sloth._ There, there, there! Thou shalt dwell with me still; Thou art as good a waiter as I. _Pride._ I shrew the better of us both, hardely! But, surely we do not well; We shall not continue with yonder man But we await better, now and than. Therefore, by my counsel, Let us twain go together To seek our master. _Sloth._ But wottest thou whither We shall now go To find our master? _Pride._ I shall assay. Thou shalt see me guess the way; And, happily, find him too. Now must I to the stewes, as fast as I may, To fetch this gentleman; but, sirs! I say, Can any man here tell me the way? For I came never there. Ye know the way, parde! of old; I pray thee tell me which way shall I hold-- Will ye see this whoreson cuckold? I trow he cannot hear-- Now it were alms to clap thee on the crown! [_Then cometh in_ MAN _and_ WORLDLY AFFECTION. _Man._ Why, be there any cuckolds in town? _Pride._ Yea, I durst hold thereon my gown That there be a score; But, fore God! I cry you mercy; For, by my faith! I wist you not so nigh. Had I wist it I ensure you, faithfully, That word I would have forbore. _Man._ No force, hardely! it toucheth not me-- But worship! tell me, where have ye be? Methinketh long sith I you see: _Pride._ Sir! it is no marvel. Bade ye not me, the last day, To go purvey for your array, And ye remember well.