_Man._ Well, Ease! go thy way hence, apace, And make therein good speed. Call my company all together, And bid them every man come hither That is with me affeed. _Sloth._ Marry, sir! that shall be do. [_Then he goeth out._ _Man._ Worship! in the meantime let us go To see my new apparel. _Pride._ Will ye so? Now, for your lady's sake, Go do it on you; and I undertake It shall become you well. _Man._ Worldly Affection! abide thou here For I will go do on this new gear As Worship doth me counsel. [_Then_ MAN _and_ PRIDE _goeth out_. _Wor. Aff._ Marry, I shall! with all mine heart! This good fire and I will not depart; For very cold mine hands do smart: It maketh me woe-begone. Get me a stool! here! may ye not see? Or else a chair will it not be-- Thou pild knave! I speak to thee; How long shall I stand? [_Enter_ GLUTTONY. _Glut._ Let him stand, with a foul evil! [_The lower margin is shaved off_] the devil Will ye see--lo! every drivel, Nowadays I warrant, Must command as he were a king: Let him stand on his feet with breeding. _Wor. Aff._ What, Gluttony! I can tell thee one thing: In faith you will be shent! _Glut._ Why? _Wor. Aff._ My master hath sent Sensuality To seek thee all about the country-- Spakest thou not with him? _Glut._ Yes, parde! I know all his intent; And, thereupon, I am come here For to await; but wottest thou where Our master is now? _Wor. Aff._ Nay, I wot ne'er; I am not very certain But Pride and he together be gone. He said he would come again, anon, Within an hour or twain. Tarry thou here, and go not away! I will go break my fast and I may, For I ate never a morsel this day. [_Then he goeth out._ _Glut._ Marry! that is a thing: Go when thou wilt, I will abide. My stomach he shall not rule or guide That is now fasting-- Nay, of all thing earthly I hate to fast; Four times a day I make repast; Or thrice as I suppose. And, when I am well fed Then get I me to a soft bed My body to repose; There take I a nap or twain. Up I go straight and to it again; Though nature be not ready, Yet have I some meat of delight, For to provoke th' appetite And make the stomach greedy. After all this needs I must Sometime follow the wanton lust [_This line is shaved off at the foot of the page._ For hot drinks and delicate refection Causeth fleshly insurrection: Ye know it as well as I. [MAN _entereth_. _Man._ Troth! as ye say, I know it well. _Glut._ What gentleman is this, can ye tell? _Bod. Lust._ Wottest thou never? _Glut._ No, by the bell! I saw him never before. _Bod. Lust._ Is it our master?