_Glut._ Nay, by God Almight! Thereof will I none; I was never wont to that gear. But I may serve to be a victualler-- And thereof shall ye have store-- So that I may stand out of danger Of gun shot; but I will come no near; I warn you that before! _Envy._ Now, such a knave I betake to the devil! This is even such another drivel As was here whilere: They be two knaves anointed. I fear me, sir! ye shall be disappointed; I like not this gear. _Glut._ O! I had forgotten, I make God avow! Sir! my fellow, Ease, commandeth me to you. _Man._ Commandeth thee to me? _Glut._ You to me! _Man._ Me to thee! _Glut._ Commandeth you to him, I would have said. _Man._ Why cometh he not hither? _Glut._ By God! for he is afraid; And lieth sick in his bed. He took such a conceit when he heard of this gear That for thought and very fear [_A line is shaved away at the foot of the page._] _Wrath._ And he were hanged it were no reck: I pray God, the devil break his neck! And all such as he is. _Man._ Well, let us suffer for awhile; I will go walk hence half a mile; And for all this, Happily, all this gear shall not need Howbeit that I doubt and dread The worst, as wise men do. Manhood! come thyself with me. _Glut._ And I too, sir? _Man._ Yea, parde! Wouldst thou be prayed thereto? _Then goeth out_ MAN, GLUTTONY _and_ WRATH. _Envy._ Now, he that would have war or strife I pray God send him a shrewd wife; And then shall he have enow. But, I shall tell you, sirs! as for me, I am none of them; so mot I thee! I may say to you I will no such reckonings abide. God's body! here cometh Pride As crank as a peacock! As soon as he and I meet, Without he stand right upon his feet, He shall bear me a proud mock. [PRIDE _entereth._] _Pride._ What tidings, sirs? can any man tell? _Envy._ Yea, marry! that can I do as well As any that was in field; Ye have tarried so long about your gay gear That the field is done or ye come there. _Pride._ Done? marry, God shield! _Envy._ It is done without fail; But which of them hath won the battle I cannot tell you certain. _Pride._ Thou were not there it seemeth thereby! _Envy._ Not I there, quod a? yes, hardely! And that to my great pain; But, as soon as the battles joined together, I came my way straight hither For to tell tidings. _Pride._ What the devil tidings canst thou tell? _Envy._ Marry! I can show you nothing of the battle, But of many other tidings. Ye are out of conceit, I tell you, for ever; Because ye did not you[r] endeavour At this great voyage; Insomuch that ye are like to lese, Both your office and all your fees, And put clean out of wages.