The woods with perjury:
But the cuckoo-knave sings hold his stave,
(Ever the spring comes merrily)
And "O poor fool!" sings he--
For this is the way in the world to live,
To mock when a friend hath no more to give,
Whether in hall or tree!

[_The villagers retire severally._]

[_Enter WILLIAM, L._]

_Will._ So this publican hath ceased to be a sinner!
To think now of old sophisticate Gurton being called
Hezekiah Newborn. Gadso, he babbles of salvation
like the tap his boy left running this morning to see
the troop of cavaliers go by. Yet I marked the
unregenerate Gurton swore round ere Newborn found his
voice to upbraid sourly as becomes a saint. He hath
been more civil since I heard him. O Newborn,
how utterly shalt thou be damned!

[_Enter HOST._]

_Host._ The Lord be with thee, young man. It did
seem to me that thou wert discoursing aloud in
prayer. Doth thy master desire any creature-comfort?

_Will._ Master Gurton! thy belly hath kept pace
with thy righteousness.