HAVE. No fitter place. There is An old rich clutch-fist knight, Sir Thomas Bitefig, Invite him too; perhaps I may have luck, And break his purse yet open for one hundred. A usurer is somewhat exorable, When he is full; he ne'er lends money empty. SLICER. Discreet, and wisely done: I was about T' have prompted it. HEAR. Stout Master Have-at-all, Let's be sworn brothers. HAVE. Pox! thou fear'st I'll beat thee, After I've eaten. Dost thou think I'll offer't? By my next meal, I won't; nay, I do love My friends howe'er. I do but think how I Shall bastinado o'er the ordinaries. Arm'd with my sword, battoon and foot, I'll walk To give each rank its due. No one shall 'scape, But he I win of. HEAR. You shall have at least Some twenty warrants sign'd upon you straight: The trunk-hose justices will try all means To bind you to the peace, but that your strength Shall not be bound by any. SLICER. Surgeons will Pray for your health and happiness: you may Bring them to be your tributaries, if You but deny to fight awhile. HAVE. My teeth Are on an edge till I do eat. Now will I cosen all men without opposition: I feel my strength increase with very thought on't. Sword, sword, thou shalt grow fat; and thou, battoon, Hold out, I prythee: when my labour's done, I'll plant thee in the Tower-yard, and there, Water'd with wine, thou shalt revive, and spring In spite of nature with fresh succulent boughs, Which shall supply the commonwealth with cudgels. Thou I first meet after this meal I do Pronounce unhappy shadow--happy yet In that thou'lt fall by me. Some men I will Speak into carcase; some I'll look to death; Others I'll breathe to dust: none shall hold back This fatal arm. The Templars shall not dare T' attempt a rescue; no mild words shall bury My splitted, spitchcock'd---- SLICER. Oliv'd,[143] hash'd---- HEAR. Dri'd, powder'd---- HAVE. Roasted fury. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. MEANWELL, MOTH. MEAN. If what I speak prove false, then stigmatise me. MOTH.[144] I was not what you mean; depardieu,[145] You snyb[146] mine old years, sans fail I wene[147] you bin A jangler[148] and a golierdis.[149] MEAN. I swear By those two Janus' heads you had of us, And your own too, as reverend as those, There is one loves you that you think not on. MOTH. Nad be, none pleasaunce is to me ylaft,[150] This white top writeeth much my years, i-wis, My fire yreken is in ashen cold.[151] I can no whit of dalliance: if I kissen, These thick stark bristles of mine beard will pricken Ylike the skin of hound-fish. Sikerly[152] What wends against the grain is lytherly.[153]