USURY. I cannot tell what you shall, but I am sure I shall. [_Aside_. DISSIMULATION. I am as like as any of ye both. USURY. Fraud! DISSIMULATION. Whist, man; he's Skill. [_Aside_. USURY. Skill, why dost thou seek to serve Lady Love? What profit will that be? FRAUD. Tut, hold thee content: I'll serve but a while, and serve mine own turn, and away. POMP. Master Usury, come hither. You desire to serve me: you have done Lady Lucre good service, you say, but it was against God and Conscience you did it: neither ever in your life did ye anything for Love. Well, to be short, serve me you shall not; and I would I could banish you from London for ever, or keep you close prisoner; but that is not in me; but what is, or may be, that straight you shall see. By Policy's counsel this shall be done. Diligence, bring that iron. Help me, my lords[280]. POLICY. Give me the iron. Pomp, Cousin Skill, help to hold him. [FRAUD _lays hold on him, but_ DISSIMULATION _slip away_. Sirrah, Policy gives you this mark, do you see; A little x standing in the midst of a great C, Meaning thereby to let men understand, That you must not take above bare ten pound in the hundred at any hand: And that too much too; and so be packing quietly, And know that London's Pomp is not sustained by Usury, But by well-ventured merchandise and honest industry. USURY. I would I had never seen ye, if this be your courtesy. [_Exit_ USURY. POLICY. Now, Cousin Skill, _alias_ Filthy Fraud, No kinsman to Policy, nor friend to the state: Instead of serving me, Diligence, take him to Newgate. Ask me not why, sir: but, Diligence, if he do strive, Raise the street: he's unweaponed, and thou hast a weapon on.-- And now, lords, when ye will, about our affairs let's be gone. PLEASURE. Agreed; but what's become of Fair-semblance, my man? POMP. A crafty villain, perceiving how we meant to Usury, slipt away. _Enter_ SIMPLICITY _in haste, and give the Lords a paper to read_. SIMPLICITY. All hail, all rain, all frost, and all snow Be to you three Lords of London on a row! Read my supplantation, and my suit ye shall know, Even for God's sake above, and three ladies' sakes below. FRAUD. Master Diligence, do me a favour: you know I am a gentleman. DILIGENCE. Step aside, till my lords be gone; I'll do for you what I can. [_Slip aside_. POMP. What's here, my boy, what's here? Pleasure, this suit is, sure, to you; for it's mad stuff, and I know not what it means. PLEASURE. Neither do I. Sirrah, your writing is so intricate, that you must speak your mind; otherwise we shall not know your meaning. POLICY. You sue for three things here, and what be they? tell them.