DUNSTAN. Nay, if it be so, then Ethenwald shall not die? And since entreaties cannot serve the turn, I will make proof for once what art will do. Astoroth[319], ascende! veni, Astoroth, Astoroth, veni! _Enter the_ DEVIL. DEVIL. What wilt thou? DUNSTAN. Tell me, what means the king? DEVIL. I will not tell thee. DUNSTAN. I charge thee, by the eternal living God, That keeps the prince of darkness bound in chains, And by that sun that thou wouldst gladly see, By heaven and earth, and every living thing, Tell me that which I did demand of thee. DEVIL. Then thus: the king doth mean to murther Ethenwald. DUNSTAN. But where is the king? DEVIL. Seeking for Ethenwald. DUNSTAN. But I'll prevent him: follow me invisible. DEVIL. I will. [_Exeunt_. _Enter the_ PRIEST. PRIEST. I have been this morning with a friend of mine, That would borrow a small sum of money of me; But I have learn'd the best assurance a man can have In such a matter is a good pawn of twice the value, Or bonds sufficient for five times the quantity. He is my near kinsman, I confess, and a clergyman, But fifty shillings is money; and though I think I might trust him simply with it for a twelvemonth, Where he craves it but for a month, yet simply I Will not be so simple; for I will borrow His gelding to ride to the term, and keep away a just fortnight. If then he pay me money, I will deliver him his horse. I would be loth to lose my money, or crave assurance of my kinsman, But this may be done to try me, and I mean likewise to try him. This is plain, though truly, brethren, something subtle. But here comes one would fain take my house of me. NEIGHBOUR. Sir, I am a poor man, and I will give you thirty shillings a year: if I may have it, you shall be sure of your money. PRIEST. Truly, brother in Christ, I cannot afford it of the price; A must let my house to live, I ask no gains. But who comes here? _Enter_ HONESTY _and a_ BEGGAR. BEGGAR. I beseech you, good master, for God's sake, give one penny to the poor, lame, and blind; good master, give something. PRIEST. Fie upon thee, lazy fellow, art thou not ashamed to beg? Read the blessed saying of St Paul, which is, Thou shalt get thy living with the sweat of thy brows, and he that will not labour is not worthy to eat. HONESTY. Ay, but he remembers not where Christ saith, He that giveth a cup of cold water in my name shall be blessed. [_Aside_.] BEGGAR. Alas, sir, you see I am old. PRIEST. But that's no reason you should beg. BEGGAR. Alas, sir, age coming on me, and my sight being gone, I hope, sir, you will pardon me, though I beg; and therefore, for God's sake, one penny, good master. PRIEST. Why, I tell thee no, for the Spirit doth not move me thereunto. And in good time, look in the blessed Proverb of Solomon, which is, Good deeds do not justify a man; therefore, I count it sin to give thee anything.