Scene 7
Eueryman.
A, Iesus, is all come here-to?
Line 378
Lo, fayre wordes maketh fooles fayne;
Line 379
They promyse, and nothynge wyll do, certayne.
Line 380
My kynnesmen promysed me faythfully
Line 381
For to a-byde with me stedfastly,
Line 382
And now fast a-waye do they flee.
Line 383
Euen so Felawshyp promysed me.
Line 384
What frende were best me of to prouyde?
Line 385
I lose my tyme here longer to abyde.
Line 386
Yet in my mynde a thynge there is:
Line 387
All my lyfe I haue loued ryches;
Line 388
If that my Good now helpe my myght,
Line 389
He wolde make my herte full lyght.
Line 390
I wyll speke to hym in this dystresse.
Line 391
Where arte thou, my Gooddes and ryches?
Line 392