_Pride._ That is not true, as I suppose. _Envy._ Sir! and it be not, take my nose And my head also! Your office was given or I came thence. _Pride._ Marry! that was a very short sentence; And I not called thereto. Now, Envy, what counsel wilt thou give me? _Envy._ By my troth, Pride! thou mayst believe me, If I were in thy case I would withdraw me for a season; Though it be neither felony, nor treason, Nor yet wilful trespass. Yet the same is worst of all; For every knave will thee call A coward to thy face. _Pride._ I am unhappy, I see it well, For th' expense of mine apparel Towards this voyage, What in horses and other array, Hath compelled me for to lay All my land to mortgage. And now, when I have all do, To lose mine office and fees also For my true intent, I may say that all my cost And all my time is evil lost In service that I have spent. Well, whatsoever betide me, For a season I will hide me, After thy counsel. And, sith it will no better be, Farewell! I take my leave of thee. _Envy._ Now, gentle Pride, farewell! [_Exit._ Alas! that I had no good fellow here To bear me company, and laugh at this gear: This game was well found. [SENSUALITY _entereth_. _Sens._ Yes, and ye lust to play the knave Some manner of company ye might have, Here within this ground. _Envy._ Some I can think, young or old; And else it were a small household As any might be found. _Sens._ It is not small; the company showeth well; But, methought thou were about to tell Of some merry jest, Or some merry game at my coming. _Envy._ Yea, hardely! it is a game for a king, When he lusteth best, To laugh for his disport and solace. Sir! I shall tell thee this is the case: Right now, as I stood In this place, and never a man with me, In came Pride garnished as it had be One of the royal blood. It grieved me to see him so well besene; But, I have abated his courage clean, For a little season. By the rood! I have given him a checkmate; For I bare him a hand that he came too late, And that the field was done, And how his office was given away Because he failed our master that day: I made him to believe so. And when I had told him all this tale, Anon, he began to wax all pale, Full of care and woe. And now he hideth himself for shame; I gave him mine advice to the same; And so he is gone. _Sens._ Now, on my faith! this was madly do! But, in faith! what moveth thee thereto?