_Avar._ Lack who lack shall: Oppression will be corn fed! Is not Dame Respublica sure of good handling When these whelps, ere they have it, fall thus to scambling? And me, their chief founder, they have e'en since forgot. _Insol._ Thou shalt have gold and silver enough to thy lot: Respublica hath enough to fill all our laps. _Adul._ Then, I pray you, sir! let our founder have some scraps! _Avar._ Scr[a]ps? ye doltish lout! feed you your founder with scraps? If you were well served your head would have some raps. _Adul._ I spake of good will. _Insol._ Nay, fight not, good Avarice! _Oppr._ What any of us getteth, thou hast the chief price. _Avar._ Then, whatever ye do, ye will remember me? _Insol. Oppr. Adul._ Yea! _Avar._ Well, so do then; and I forgive you all three. _Insol._ But, when do we enter, every man his charge? _Avar._ As soon as I can spy Respublica at large I will board her; and, I trow, so win her favour That she shall hire me, and pay well for my labour. Then will I commend the virtues of you three That she shall pray and wish under our rule to be; Therefore, from this hour, be ye all in readiness! _Oppr._ Doubt not of us! thou seest all our grediness. _Insol._ If it be at midnight, I come at the first call. [_They go forward, one after other._ _Adul._ Do but whistle for me, and I come forth withal. _Avar._ That is well spoken; I love such a toward twig. [_He whistleth._ _Adul._ I come, founder! _Avar._ That is mine own good spaniel, Rig-- And come on! back again, all three! come back again! _Insol._ Our founder calleth us back. _Oppr._ Return then, amain. ACTUS PRIMI, SCENA QUARTA. AVARICE. ADULATION. INSOLENCE. OPPRESSION. _Avar._ Come on, sirs, all three! And first to you, best be trust: What, is your brainpan stuffed withal? wool or sawdust? _Adul._ Why so? _Avar._ What is your name? _Adul._ Flattery! _Avar._ E'en so, just! _Adul._ Yea! or else Adulation, if you so lust: Either name is well known to many a body. _Avar._ An honest mome! ah, ye dolt! ye lout! ye noddy! Shall Respublica hear your commendation By the name of Flattery or Adulation? Or, when ye commend me to her, will ye say this: Forsooth! his name is Avarice or Covetise? And you, that should have wit, is't your discretion Bluntly to go forth, and be called Oppression? And you, Insolence! do ye think it would well frame If ye were presented to her under that name? _Insol._ I thought nothing thereupon, by my halidom! _Oppr._ My mind was another way, by my christendom! _Adul._ That thing was le[a]st part of my thought, by Saint Denis!