GENTLEMAN. Excellent: hold, here is forty pound, as I promised thee. CONEYCATCHER. I thank you, sir. Do you hear, sir, you have got a thousand pound by the bargain; but much good may it do you. [_Exit_. BROKER. God-a-mercy; and here's forty pound for thy pains. Such another match, and I'll give thee a hundred pound. [_Exit_. CONEYCATCHER. I thank you, sir, God b'w'y'. Now to my Welshman. Sirrah, let me see thy piece of gold; I'll tell thee whether it be weight or no. Hast thou any more? I'll give thee white money for it. HONESTY. Yes, a has a great deal more in her bosom, But a will have no whit' money: O, a loves red money. CONEYCATCHER. Well, I'll keep them for thee, till thou come to my house. HONESTY. Why, Cutbert, wilt thou never leave thy old knavery? Why, we should gree together like bells, If thou wert but hanged first. Why, we are as near kin together As the cates[299] of Banbury be to the bells of Lincoln. Why, man, we are all birds of a feather, And whosoever says nay, we will hold together. Come, you mad slave, thou dost not know me. Tush! I have done many better tricks than this. CONEYCATCHER. Why, you base slave, take you me for your fellow? Why, I am of good reputation in the city, And held in account with the best. HONESTY. And yet you are Cutbert the Coneycatcher, The bailiff's son of Hexham, whose father, being dead, The devil carried to hell for his knavery. How sayest thou, art not thou his son? This grave black cloak makes you so proud, You have forgotten who was your father. CONEYCATCHER. Nay, I have not forgotten that my father was a bailiff, A man that would live to himself. And yet, in faith, he gave me nothing at his death But good counsel, how to live in the world. But, sirrah, as thou knowest me, I pray thee, bewray me not, And in anything I can, command me. HONESTY. Tush! fear not me, I will be as secret as thyself. But, sirrah, 'tis thus, if thou wilt do one thing, I shall tell thee, I will give thee an hundred pound: 'Tis nothing with thee, I am sure. CONEYCATCHER. Tush! tell me what it is; I'll do it, I warrant thee. HONESTY. Nothing but this; to swear upon a book That thou sawest a gentleman pay a farmer Four hundred pound, as the last payment of a farm That the said gentleman bought of him. CONEYCATCHER. Tush! if this be all, let me alone, I will do it. Why, 'tis nothing for me to swear, For I am forsworn already: but when is the day? HONESTY. Why, to-morrow, CONEYCATCHER. But where shall I meet you? HONESTY. Why, upon the Exchange at eight o'clock. CONEYCATCHER. I will not miss: till that time, farewell. [_Exit_. HONESTY. Fare well? [_Aside_.] Nay, you will scant fare well By that time I have done: but I must about my business, To find some knack to know this knave at large. [_Exit_. _Enter_ ETHENWALD.