_4._ It is the Welch must do't, I see, comrade man of urship, _St. Tavy_ be her Patron, the gods of the mountains keep her cow and her cupboard; may she never want the green of the Leek, [nor] the fat of the Onion, if she part with her bounties to him, that is a great deal away from her cozines, and has two big suits in law to recover her heritage. _1._ Pardon me Sir, I will have nothing to do with your suits, it comes within the statute of maintenance: home to your cozines, and so[w]e garlick and hempseed, the one will stop your hunger; the other end your suits, _gammawash comrade, gammawash_. _4._ 'Foot he'll hoord all for himself. _Vitry._ Yes, let him; now comes my turn, I'll see if he can answer me: save you Sir, they say, you have that I want, Money. _1._ And that you are like to want, for ought I perceive yet. _Vitry._ Stand, deliver. _1._ 'Foot what mean you, you will not rob the Exchequer? _Vitry._ Do you prate? _1._ Hold, hold, here Captain. _2._ Why I could have done this before you. _3._ And I. _4._ And I. _Vit._ You have done this, brave man be proud to make him happy, by the bread of God man, thou hast a bonny countenance, comrade man of urship, _St. Tavy_ be her patron, out upon you, you uncurried colts, walking cans that have no souls in you, but a little Rosin to keep your ribs sweet, and hold in liquor. _Omnes._ Why, what would you have us to do Captain? _Devit._ Beg, beg, and keep Constables waking, wear out stocks and whipcord, maunder for butter-milk, dye of the Jaundice, yet have the cure about you, Lice, large Lice, begot of your own dust, and the heat of the Brick-kills, may you starve, and fear of the gallows, which is a gentle consumption to't, only preferr it, or may you fall upon your fear, and be hanged for selling those purses to keep you from famine, whose monies my valour empties, and be cast without other evidence; here is my Fort, my Castle of defence, who comes by shall pay me toll, the first purse is your mitimus slaves. _2._ The purse, 'foot we'll share in the money Captain, if any come within a furlong of our fingers. _4._ Did you doubt but we could steal as well as your self, did not I speak Welsh? _3._ We are thieves from our cradles, and will dye so. _Vit._ Then you will not beg again. _Omnes._ Yes, as you did, stand, and deliver. _2._ Hark, here comes handsel, 'tis a Trade quickly set up, and as soon cast down. _Vitry._ Have goodness in your minds varlets, and to't like men; he that has more money than we, cannot be our friend, and I hope there is no law for spoiling the enemy. _3._ You need not instruct us farther, your example pleads enough. _Devitry._ Disperse your selves, and as their company is, fall on.