_Oppr._ Yea! I almost left them never a farm nor grange. I told them, Respublica at their wealth did grutch; And, the fifth penny they had was, for them, too much. So Authority and I, did with them so chop That we left the best of them a threadbare bishop. To some we left one house, to some we left none; The best had but his see place, that he might keep home. We informed them, and we deformed them; We conformed them, and we reformed them! _Adul._ And what gave ye them in your permutations? _Oppr._ Bare parsonages of appropriations, Bought from Respublica, and first emprowed; Then at the highest extent to bishops allowed, Let out to their hands for fourscore and [nineteen] year. _Avar._ Lo, cousin Honesty! lo! do ye hear this gear? Faith! your marsship will thrive at the latter Lammas! _Adul._ I now grant myself to have been a very ass; But all is not yet gone, in case I have good luck. _Oppr._ No! there is yet enough left for a better pluck. For some of them were aged, and yet would not die; And some would, in nowise, to our desires apply. But we have rods in piss for them everyone, That they shall be fleeced, if we reign, one by one. _Avar._ And how did all frame with our Mounsire Authority? _Oppr._ At length he won the full superiority. _Adul._ But the rude gross People at him repineth sore; And against us, all four, with a wide throat doth he roar. But soft! peace! methinketh I hear him hem and hake; If we meet here, all four, we shall some order take. ACTUS TERTII, SCENA SEXTA. INSOLENCE. ADULATION. OPPRESSION. AVARICE. _Insol._ What, mine old friends, all three? by my truth, sirs, well found! _Adul. and Oppr._ Faith, sir! most heartily welcome into this ground. _Insol._ Bones! what have we here? _Avar._ Aha! _Insol._ Bags of money, I trow! _Avar._ Have we? Nay! I have; but none for you, that I know! Lo, sir! thus might an honest man come to his harms; I will lie down on them, and keep them in mine arms. _Insol._ Hast thou got all this? I myself have not so much. _Avar._ Then have ye whole towns and castles; I have none such. Yet will ye not deny, I judge, in my fancy, That ye got them by the drift of me, Policy. _Insol._ I confess that. _Oppr._ All my lands are scarce so much worth. _Avar._ They were less when I, Policy, first set you forth. _Adul._ He hath purses with gold; would I had so many!