JOLLY. You asked whether you should be paid your money, or no, and I said, yes. CROP. Pray, sir, be plain. CARE. And be you so, sir. How durst you come into this room and company without leave? CROP. Sir, I have come into good lords' company ere now. CARE. It may be so; but you shall either fall upon your knees, and pledge this health, or you come no more into lords' companies: no, by these hilts! [_They tug him, and make him kneel._ CROP. 'Tis idolatry! Do, martyr me, I will not kneel, nor join in sin with the wicked. JOLLY. Either kneel, or I'll tear thy cloak which, by the age and looks, may be that which was writ for in the time of the primitive church. CROP. Pay me, and I'll wear a better. It would be honestlier done, than to abuse this, and profane the text; a text that shows your bishops in those days wore no lawn-sleeves. And you may be ashamed to protect one that will not pay his debts: the cries of the widow will come against you for it. JOLLY. Remember, sirrah, the dinners and suppers, fat venison and good words, I was fain to give you, christening your children still by the way of brokage. Count that charge, and how often I have kept you from fining for sheriff, and thou art in my debt. Then I am damned for speaking well of thee so often against my conscience, which you never consider. CROP. I am an honest man, sir. JOLLY. Then ushering your wife, and Mistress Ugly, her daughter, to plays and masques at court. You think these courtesies deserve nothing in the hundred! 'Tis true, they made room for themselves with their dagger elbows, and when Spider, your daughter, laid about her with her breath, the devil would not have sat near her. CROP. You did not borrow my money with this language. JOLLY. No, sirrah: then I was fain to flatter you, and endure the familiarity of your family, and hear (nay, fain sometimes to join in) the lying praises of the holy sister that expired at Tyburn. CROP. Do, abuse her, and be cursed. 'Tis well known she died a martyr, and her blood will be upon some of you. 'Tis her orphan's money I require, and this is the last time I'll ask it: I'll find a way to get it. [_He offers to go, and_ JOLLY _stays him_. JOLLY. Art serious? By that light, I'll consent, and take it for an infinite obligation, if thou wilt teach the rest of my creditors that trick: 'twill save me a world of labour, for hang me if I know how to do't. CROP. Well, sir, since I see your resolution, I shall make it my business. CARE. Prythee, let's be rid of this fool. CROP. Fool! Let him pay the fool his money, and he'll be gone. JOLLY. No, sir, not a farthing. 'Twas my business to borrow it, and it shall be yours to get it in again. Nay, by this hand, I'll be feasted too, and have good words. Nay, thou shalt lend me more, ere thou gett'st this again. CROP. I'll lay my action upon you. JOLLY. Your action! You rogue, lay two. [_They kick him, and thrust him out of the room._[246]