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Sir you must sing and dance & make good cheer I would you had some proper wench That were young and lusty at a pinch Here he'll were not so broad as and ynche She would quicken your courage A straw for him, you have no need Of him to stand in awe or dread A meryer life now may you lede Therefore be at your own liberty Spare neither maid ne wife Take both and they come in your way In faith thou made him run a pace Thou looked as thou hade be mad Let us go Straight to the flower delyce There shall you find a man will play at dice with you for and hundredth pound. What shall I have? Now must I have half money and half plate Thou promised me, when thou began Half thy Winning I shall have A whoreson thy head shall I break In faith I come as as fast as I can I am so angry I wot not what to do That yonder knave escaped from me so Me think his hair grows thorough his Hod Hens ragged knave or thou shalt bear me a clout His clothes smell all of the smoke Avant lorell and evil to the Get the out of this company Begynnest thou now to make comparison ̄ Well knave canst thou no courteysye Come and see my shone made clean This knave is not meet for me that grieveth my heart when I him see I will go hence and leave you twain For envy thou mayest with poverty rain. Exit Mon ver jocund is set on a merry pynne By my truth I am disposed to reveling By my troth even among my peers I came now stragiht from the stews From little pretty I one Lord that she is a pretty one I will say I hit mirth Sir my name is mirth Beloved with lords and ladies of birth At every triumph I am them with They can me not ones forbear Colhassarde art then there Whoreson knave Wilt thou not appear By my troth I had went to have found him here I hold him gone some other way And where is envy I can not him espy I trow he is with prosperytie Prosperity, nay, I may call him foolish poverty As wise as a drake I have brought him to dice, cards, and clas he And ever on his side ran the lose That he is not worth a hendfull of moss Neither hath not a hold brat to his back In faith he hath neither gold, silver, ne plate Colhassarde and I be both at one He promised me to have half the game that every thing shall be divided in twain He to have the one half and I the other I can not say, till colhassarde come then shall we know, both all and some Tush take no thought therefore I con provide for that in the best wise I will bring him to clash, cards and dice And to proper trulles that be wanton and nice which will not be kept at a small price How thinkest thou, will not this do well. Now let us both sing and dance Will you have a French round Let me alone by gods bred This same sword shall strike of his head. I pray you hence that you were rid Will you suffer this knave in your company Then God be with you I will forsake you Colehassarde came late from beyond y e see Ragged and torn in a guarded coat And in his purse never a groat And now he goes like a lord
Plot summary
Plot — Impatient Poverty
Persuaded by Peace to embrace reason, charity, and clean living, the debtor Impatient Poverty becomes Prosperity. Conscience rebukes Abundance for his usury and unethical mercantile practices, but is persuaded by Envy to go into exile in the belief that his public office has been taken over by Covetise and that he is himself in danger of execution. Envy conspires with Misrule to lead Prosperity into a dissolute life. He gambles away all his money and becomes Poverty once more. Poverty is summoned to face a charge of slander and is forced to do public penance because he cannot afford to bribe the corrupt summoner. Peace points out the abuse whereby Abundance, in contrast, has been allowed to buy his way out of an adultery charge. Poverty is reconciled to Peace, who points out how important it is to avoid bad company and acknowledge mutability and the vanity of worldly possessions.