_Grand._ A creditor shall not dare, but by Petition, To make demand of any debt; and that Only once every leap-year, in which, if The debtor may be won for a French Crown, To pay a Soulz, he shall be registred His benefactor. _Ver._ The Chancellor hears you. _Grand._ Fear not, I now dare speak as loud as he, And will be heard, and have all I speak, Law; Have you no eyes? there is a reverence due, From Children of the Gown, to Men of Action. _Gis._ How's this? _Gran._ Even so; the times, the times are chang'd, All business is not now prefer'd in Parchment, Nor shall a grant pass that wants this broad seal; This seal d'ye see? your gravity once laid My head and heels together in the Dungeon, For cracking a scald Officers crown, for which A time is come for vengeance, and expect it; For know, you have not full three hours to live. _Gis._ Yes, somewhat longer. _Gran._ To what end? _Gis._ To hang you; think on that, Ruffian. _Gran._ For you, School-master, You have a pretty Daughter; let me see, Near three a Clock, (by which time I much fear, I shall be tyr'd with killing some five hundred) Provide a Bath, and her to entertain me, And that shall be your Ransom. _Bald._ Impudent Rascal. _Enter to them_ Trevile _and_ Duprete. _Gis._ More of the crew? _Grand._ What are you? _Rollians_? _Tre._ No; this for _Rollo_, and all such as serve him; We stand for _Otto_. _Grand._ You seem men of fashion, And therefore I'le deal fairly, you shall have The honour this day to be Chronicled The first men kill'd by _Grandpree_; you see this sword, A pretty foolish toy, my valour's Servant, And I may boldly say a Gentleman, It having made when it was _Charlemaigns_, Three thousand Knights; this, Sir, shall cut your throat, And do you all fair service else. _Tre._ I kiss your hands for the good offer; here's another too, the servant of your servant shall be proud to be scour'd in your sweet guts; till when pray you command me. _Grand._ Your Idolater, Sir. [_Exeunt. Manent_ Gis. _&_ Bal. _Gis._ That e're such should hold the names of men, Or Justice be held cruelty, when it labours To pluck such weeds up! _Bald._ Yet they are protected, and by the great ones. _Gis._ Not the good ones, _Baldwin_. _Enter to them_ Aubrey.