HONESTY. See how he can turn and wind the Scripture to his own use; but he remembers not where Christ say'th, He that giveth to the poor lendeth unto the Lord, and he shall be repaid sevenfold: but the Priest forgets that, or at leastwise he will not remember it. [_Aside_.] BEGGAR. Now, fie upon thee, is this the pureness of your religion? God will reward you, no doubt, for your hard dealing. PRIEST. Care not thou for that. Well, neighbour, if thou wilt have my house, friend and brother in Christ, it will cost you forty shillings--'tis well worth it truly, provided this, I may not stay for my rent: I might have a great deal more, but I am loth to exact on my brother. HONESTY. And yet he will sell all a poor man hath, to his shirt, for one quarter's rent. [_Aside_.] NEIGHBOUR. God's blessing on your heart, sir, you made a godly exhortation on Sunday. PRIEST. Ay, brother, the Spirit did move me thereunto. Fie upon usury, when a man will cut his brother's throat for a little lucre: fie upon it, fie! We are born one to live by another, and for a man to let his own as he may live, 'tis allowed by the word of God; but for usury and oppression, fie on it, 'tis ungodly. But, tell me, will you have it? NEIGHBOUR. I will give you, as I have proffered you. PRIEST. Truly, I cannot afford it, I would I could; but I must go to our exercise of prayer, and after I must go see a farm that I should have. [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ DUNSTAN _and_ PERIN, _with the_ KING. DUNSTAN. Most gracious prince, vouchsafe to hear me speak, In that the law of kindred pricks me on; And though I speak contrary to your mind, Yet do I build on hope you will pardon me. Were I as eloquent as Demosthenes, Or like Isocrates were given to oratory, Your grace, no doubt, will think the time well-spent, And I should gain me commendations: But for my note is tuned contrary, I must entreat your grace to pardon me, If I do jar in my delivery. KING. Why, Dunstan, thou hast found us gracious still, Nor will we pull our settled love from thee, Until we find thy dealings contrary, But if thy parley be for Ethenwald, That base dissembler with his sovereign, 'Twere better leave to speak in his excuse, Than by excusing him gain our ill-will: For I am minded like the salamander-stone That, fir'd with anger, will not in haste be quench'd. Though wax be soft, and apt to receive any impression, Yet will hard metal take no form, except you melt the same. So mean men's minds may move as they think good, But kings' just dooms are irrevocable. DUNSTAN. 'Tis not enough, where lust doth move the offence. KING. Why, councillors may not with kings dispense. DUNSTAN. A councillor may speak, if he see his prince offend. KING. And for his counsel rue it in the end. But Dunstan, leave: you urge us over far. We pardon what is past; but speak no more.