RIOT.
Sir, in faith I shall tell you true,
She is fresh and fair of hue,
And very proper of body;
Men call her Lady Lechery.

YOUTH.
My heart burneth, by God of might,
Till of that lady I have a sight.

(_Intret Superbia cum Luxuria et dicat Superbia_.)

PRIDE.
Sir, I have fulfilled your intent,
And have brought you in this present,
That you have sent me for.

YOUTH.
Thou art a ready messenger;
Come hither to me, my heart so dear,
Ye be welcome to me as the heart in my body.

LECHERY.
Sir, I thank you, and at your pleasure I am;
Ye be the same unto me.

YOUTH.
Masters, will ye to tavern walk?
A word with you here will I talk,
And give you the wine.