_3 Cred._ 'Faith and mine is much about that matter too; your Girdle and Hangers, and your Beaver, shall be sufficient bail for't. _1 Cred._ If you have ever a plain black sute at home, this Silken one, with your Silke-stockings, Garters, and Roses shall pacifie me too; for I take no delight, if I have a sufficient pawn, to cast any Gentleman in prison; therefore 'tis but an untrussing matter: and you are free, we are no unreasonable creatures you see; for mine own part, I protest I am loth to put you to any trouble for security. _Mont._ Is there no more of you? he wou'd next demand my skin. _1 Cred._ No Sir, here's no more of us, nor do any of us demand your skin, we know not what to do with it: but it may be if you ow'd your Glover any money, he knew what use to make of it. _Mont._ Ye dregs of baseness, vultures amongst men, That tyre upon the hearts of generous spirits. _1 Cred._ You do us wrong Sir, we tyre no generous spirits, we tyre nothing but our hackneys. _Enter Mallicorne._ _Mont._ But here comes one made of another piece; A man well meriting that free born name Of Citizen; welcome my deliverer, I am falen Into the hands of blood-hounds, that for a sum Lesser than their honesties, which is nothing, Wou'd tear me out of my skin. _Mal._ Why Sir, what's the matter? _1 Cre._ Why Sir the matter is, that we must have our money, which if we cannot have, we'll satisfie our selves with his carcass, and be payd that wayes: you had as good Sir, not have been so peremptory. Officer, hold fast. _1 Offi._ The strenuous fist of vengeance now is clutcht; therefore fear nothing. _Mal._ What may be the debt in gross? _Mont._ Some forty Crowns, nay rather not so much, 'tis quickly cast. _Mal._ 'Tis strange to me, that your estate shou'd have so low an ebb, to stick at such sleight sums: why my friends, you are too strict in your accounts, and call too sudden on this Gentleman, he has hopes left yet to pay you all. _1 Cred._ Hopes? I marry; bid him pay his friends with hopes, and pay us with currant Coyn: I knew a gallant once that fed his creditors still with hopes, and bid 'em they shou'd fear nothing, for he had 'em tyed in a string; and trust me so he had indeed, for at last he and all his hopes hopt in a halter. _Mont._ Good Sir, with what speed you may, free me out of the company of these slaves, that have nothing but their names to show 'em men. _Mal._ What wou'd you wish me do Sir? I protest I ha' not the present sum (small as it is) to lay down for you; and for giving my word, my friends no later than yesternight made me take bread and eat it, that I shou'd not do it for any man breathing i'th' world; therefore I pray hold me excused. _Mont._ You do not speak this seriously?