_Glut._ Nay, by the rood! It is not he; wouldst thou make me wood? _Man._ Yes, I am the same. _Glut._ I cry you mercy! I see it well now; Before, I knew you not, I make God avow! In earnest nor in game. _Man._ Why? Because I have changed mine array? _Glut._ For that cause, trow ye? nay, nay! That is not the thing That can deceive me, be ye sure. But, I pray you, who hath had you in cure Since my last departing? _Man._ By my faith! a little season I followed the counsel and diet of Reason. _Glut._ There went the hare away! His diet, quod a! it may be, verily: For ye be haltered marvellously-- Altered, I would say. Alas! the while had ye no meat As long as ye were under his diet? _Man._ Meat? yes, I had some, Without it were on fasting days; Then he withdrew my supper always And gave me never a crumb. _Glut._ No force, hardely; why would ye then Favour him as ye did like a madman? Ye look now as it were a ghost. Had ye dwelt with him till this day Ye had been pined even away, As ye be now almost: Your flesh is gone every deal-- A vengeance on the morsel That is left thereon! _Bod. Lust._ Now, talk of the remedy. _Glut._ Marry! now must he eat and drink fast; Other remedy is there none. _Bod. Lust._ Yea, but where is the meat? now let us see! _Glut._ Ye are passing hasty, benedicite! First must ye go Whereas provision thereof is made; Let us go thither and it shall be had. _Man._ But what is the mistress of the inn? A wedded woman or a virgin? _Glut._ Neither of both, I wis! _Bod. Lust._ No! but for a maiden she goeth. _Glut._ Yea, fore God! that she doth; But yet she is none, by Jis! _Bod. Lust._ No, no! what then? _Glut._ I wis I not; but, as men clatter, They say she is innupta mater, Hardely an holy woman. _Man._ Well, thither we will! go we hence! _Bod. Lust._ Sir! ye will give me licence To sport me for a season? _Man._ Yes, for a while ye well enow; But go not out of the way, I charge you; For hither will come, anon, All my company, as I suppose: Keep them together! for I purpose To come again anon, And show them my mind what I will do. [_Then he goeth out._ _Bod. Lust._ Marry! I shall do what I can thereto; And yet, it is hard for me To keep them together any while. But I shall tell you what: I had liever keep as many fleas, Or wild hares in an open lese, As undertake that. [_Entereth_ WRATH _and_ ENVY. _Wrath._ Where be these knaves that make this array? _Bod. Lust._ Marry! they be gone that other way-- Tell me whom ye mean. _Wrath._ I trow, thou scornest!