W. RASH. Zounds, and you had talked as much as I did, you would be tired, I warrant. What, is she gone in? I'll to her again, whilst my tongue is warm: and if I thought I should be used to this exercise, I would eat every morning an ounce of licorish.[207] [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ LODGE, _the master of the prison, and_ HOLDFAST, _his man_. LODGE. Have you summed up those reckonings? HOLD. Yes, sir. LODGE. And what is owing me? HOLD. Thirty-seven pound, odd money. LODGE. How much owes the Frenchman? HOLD. A fortnight's commons. LODGE. Has Spendall any money? HOLD. Not any, sir; and he has sold all his clothes. _Enter_ SPENDALL. LODGE. That fellow would waste millions if he had 'em: Whilst he has money, no man spends a penny. Ask him money, and if he say he has none, Be plain with him, and turn him out o' th' ward. [_Exit_ LODGE. HOLD. I will, sir. Master Spendall, my master has sent to you for money. SPEND. Money! why does he send to me? Does he think I have the philosopher's stone, or I can clip, or coin? How does he think I can come by money? HOLD. Faith, sir, his occasions are so great, that he must have money, or else he can buy no victuals. SPEND. Then we must starve, belike. Ud's foot, thou see'st I have nothing left that will yield me two shillings. HOLD. If you have no money, you'd best remove into some cheaper ward. SPEND. What ward should I remove in? HOLD. Why, to the twopenny ward; it's likeliest to hold out with your means; or, if you will, you may go into the hole, and there you may feed, for nothing. SPEND. Ay, out of the alms-basket, where charity appears in likeness of a piece of stinking fish, such as they beat bawds with when they are carted. HOLD. Why, sir, do not scorn it; as good men as yourself have been glad to eat scraps out of the alms-basket. SPEND. And yet, slave, thou in pride wilt stop thy nose, Screw, and make faces, talk contemptibly of it, And of the feeders, surly groom. _Enter_ FOX. HOLD. Well, sir, your malapertness will get you nothing.--Fox! FOX. Here. HOLD. A prisoner to the hole: take charge of him, and use him as scurvily as thou canst. You shall be taught your duty, sir, I warrant you. SPEND. Hence, slavish tyrants, instruments of torture! There is more kindness yet in whores than you; For when a man hath spent all, he may go And seek his way, they'll kick him out of doors, Not keep him in as you do, and enforce him To be the subject of their cruelty. You have no mercy; but be this your comfort, The punishment and tortures which you do Inflict on men, the devils shall on you. HOLD. Well, sir, you may talk, but you shall see the end, and who shall have the worst of it. [_Exit_ HOLDFAST.