SWEAT. Nay, I did ever think the prodigal would prove A bankrupt: but, hang him, let him rot In prison; he comes no more within these doors, I warrant him. TICKLE. Come hither! I would he would but offer it; We'll fire him out, with a pox to him. SPEND. Will you do it? To carry me to prison but undoes me. 1ST SER. What say you, fellow Gripe, shall we take his forty shillings? 2D SER. Yes, faith; we shall have him again within this week. [_Aside._ 1ST SER. Well, sir, your forty shillings; and we'll have some compassion on you. SPEND. Will you but walk with me unto that house, And there you shall receive it. SER. What, where the women are? SPEND. Yes, sir. [_They walk together to the house._ SWEAT. Look yonder, if the ungracious rascal be not coming hither betwixt two serjeants: he thinks, belike, that we'll relieve him; let us go in and clap the doors against him. PURSE. It is the best course, Mistress Tickleman. TICKLE. But I say no, you shall not stir a foot; For I will talk with him. SPEND. Nan, I am come, Even in the minute that thou didst profess Kindness unto me, to make trial of it. Adversity, thou seest, lays hands upon me: But forty shillings will deliver me. TICKLE. Why, you impudent rogue, do you come to me for money? Or do I know you? what acquaintance, pray, Hath ever pass'd betwixt yourself and me? SER. Zounds, do you mock us, to bring us to these women, that do not know you? SWEAT. Yes, in good sooth (officers, I take't you are) He's a mere stranger here; only in charity Sometimes we have reliev'd him with a meal. SPEND. This is not earnest in you? Come, I know, My gifts and bounty cannot so soon be buried. Go, prythee, fetch forty shillings. TICKLE. Talk not to me, you slave, of forty shillings; For by this light that shines, ask it again, I'll send my knife of an errand in your guts. A shameless rogue, to come to me for money! SWEAT. Is he your prisoner, gentlemen? SER. Yes, marry is he. SWEAT. Pray, carry him then to prison, let him smart for't: Perhaps 'twill tame the wildness of his youth, And teach him how to lead a better life. He had good counsel here, I can assure you, And if he would have took it. PURSE. I told him still myself what would ensue. SPEND. Furies break loose in me: serjeants, let me go; I'll give you all I have to purchase freedom But for a lightning while, to tear yond whore, Bawd, pander, and in them the devil; for there's His hell, his local habitation; Nor has he any other place.[198] SER. No, sir, we'll take no bribes. [_Takes_ SPENDALL'S _cloak_.