GERONTUS. Signor Mercatore, why do you not pay me? think you, I will be mock'd in this sort? This is three times you have flouted me: it seems you make thereat a sport. Truly pay me my money, and that even now presently, Or by mighty Mahomet I swear I will forthwith arrest ye. MERCATORE. Ha, pray a bare wit me tree or four days: me have much business in hand: Me be troubled with letters, you see here, dat comes from England. GERONTUS. Tush, this is not my matter: I have nothing therewith to do. Pay me my money, or I'll make you, before to your lodging you go. I have officers stand watching for you, so that you cannot pass by; Therefore you were best to pay me, or else in prison you shall lie. MERCATORE. Arrest me, dou seal knave? marry, do, and if thou dare; Me will not pay de one penny: arrest me, do, me do not care. Me will be a Turk; me came heder for dat cause: Derefore me care not de so mush as two straws. GERONTUS. This is but your words, because you would defeat me: I cannot think you will forsake your faith so lightly. But seeing you drive me to doubt, I'll try your honesty; Therefore be sure of this, I'll go about it presently. [_Exit_. MERCATORE. Marry, farewell and be hang'd, sitten, scald, drunken Jew. I warrant ye me shall be able very well to pay you. My Lady Lucre have sent me here dis letter, Praying me to cosen de Jew for love a her. Derefore me'll go to get a some Turk apparel, Dat me may cosen de Jew, and end dis quarrel. [_Exit_. _Enter three beggars; that is to say_, TOM BEGGAR, WILY WILL, _and_ SIMPLICITY, _singing_. THE SONG. _To the wedding, to the wedding, to the wedding go we: To the wedding a-begging, a-begging all three. Tom Beggar shall brave it, and Wily Will too, Simplicity shall knave it, wherever we go: With lustly bravado, take care that care will, To catch it and snatch it we have the brave skill. Our fingers are lime-twigs, and barbers we be, To catch sheets from hedges most pleasant to see: Then to the alewife roundly we set them to sale, And spend the money merrily upon her good ale. To the wedding, to the wedding, to the wedding go we: To the wedding a-begging, a-begging all three_. FINIS. TOM. Now truly, my masters, of all occupations under the sun, begging is the best; For when a man is weary, then he may lay him down to rest. Tell me, is it not a lord's life in summer to louse one under a hedge, And then, leaving that game, may go clip and coll his Madge? Or else may walk to take the wholesome air abroad for his delight, When he may tumble on the grass, have sweet smells, and see many a pretty sight? Why, an emperor for all his wealth can have but his pleasure, And surely I would not lose my charter of liberty for all the king's treasure.