SUM. Nay, stay awhile, we must confer and talk. Ver, call to mind I am thy sovereign lord, And what thou hast, of me thou hast and hold'st. Unto no other end I sent for thee, But to demand a reckoning at thy hands, How well or ill thou hast employ'd my wealth. VER. If that be all, we will not disagree: A clean trencher and a napkin you shall have presently. WILL SUM. The truth is, this fellow hath been a tapster in his days. VER _goes in, and fetcheth out the hobby-horse[27] and the morris-dance, who dance about_. SUM. How now? is this the reckoning we shall have? WIN. My lord, he doth abuse you; brook it not. AUT. _Summa totalis_, I fear, will prove him but a fool. VER. About, about! lively, put your horse to it, rein him harder; jerk him with your wand: sit fast, sit fast, man! fool, hold up your ladle there. WILL SUM. O brave Hall![28] O, well-said, butcher. Now for the credit of Worcestershire. The finest set of morris-dancers that is between this and Streatham. Marry, methinks there is one of them danceth like a clothier's horse, with a woolpack on his back. You, friend with the hobby-horse, go not too fast, for fear of wearing out my lord's tile-stones with your hobnails. VER. So, so, so; trot the ring twice over, and away. May it please my lord, this is the grand capital sum; but there are certain parcels behind, as you shall see. SUM. Nay, nay, no more; for this is all too much. VER. Content yourself; we'll have variety. _Here enter three_ CLOWNS _and three_ MAIDS, _singing this song, dancing:-- Trip and go, heave and hoe, Up and down, to and fro; From the town to the grove, Two and two let us rove. A maying, a playing: Love hath no gainsaying; So merrily trip and go_. WILL SUM. Beshrew my heart, of a number of ill legs I never saw worse dancers. How bless'd are you, that the wenches of the parish do not see you! SUM. Presumptuous Ver, uncivil-nurtur'd boy? Think'st I will be derided thus of thee? Is this th'account and reckoning that thou mak'st? VER. Troth, my lord, to tell you plain, I can give you no other account; _nam quae habui perdidi_; what I had, I spent on good fellows; in these sports you have seen, which are proper to the spring, and others of like sort (as giving wenches green gowns,[29] making garlands for fencers, and tricking up children gay), have I bestowed all my flowery treasure and flower of my youth. WILL SUM. A small matter. I know one spent in less than a year eight and fifty pounds in mustard, and another that ran in debt, in the space of four or five year, above fourteen thousand pound in lute-strings and grey-paper.[30] SUM. O monstrous unthrift! who e'er heard the like? The sea's vast throat, in so short tract of time, Devoureth nor consumeth half so much. How well might'st thou have liv'd within thy bounds.