BASILISCO. True thou hast said. O, touch not the cheek of my palfrey, Lest he dismount me while my wounds are green: Page, run, bid the surgeon bring his incision: Yet, stay, I'll ride along with thee myself. [_Exit._ PISTON. And I'll bear you company. [PISTON _getteth up on his ass, and rideth with_ _him to the door, and meeteth the_ CRIER. _Enter the_ CRIER. Come, sirrah, let me see how finely You'll cry this chain. CRIER. Why, what was it worth? PISTON. It was worth more than thou and all thy kin are worth. CRIER. It may be so; but what must he have that finds it? PISTON. Why, a hundred crowns. CRIER. Why, then, I'll have ten for the crying of it. PISTON. Ten crowns! and had but sixpence For crying a little wench of thirty years old and upwards That had lost herself betwixt a tavern and a baudy-house. CRIER. Ay, that was a wench, and this is gold; She was poor, but this is rich. PISTON. Why, then, by this reck'ning, a hackney-man Should have ten shillings for horsing a gentlewoman, Where he hath but tenpence of a beggar. CRIER. Why, and reason good; Let them pay that best may, As the lawyers use their rich clients, When they let the poor go under _forma pauperis_. PISTON. Why then, I pray thee, cry the chain for me _Sub forma pauperis_: For money goes very low with me at this time. CRIER. Ay, sir, but your master is, though you be not. PISTON. Ay, but he must not know that thou cry'st the chain for me: I do but use thee to save me a labour, That am to make inquiry after it. CRIER. Well, sir, you'll see me consider'd, will you not? PISTON. Ay, marry, will I; why, what lighter payment Can there be than consideration? [_Aside._ CRIER. O yes! _Enter_ ERASTUS. ERASTUS. How now, sirrah? what are you crying? CRIER. A chain, sir, a chain, that your man bad me cry. ERASTUS.