_Avar._ What, clawest thou mine elbow, pratling merchant? walk! Ye flatterabundus, you! you flearing clawback, you! You the-crow-is-white, you! you the-swan-is-black, you! You John-hold-my-staff, you! you what-is-the-clock, you! You _ait-aio_ you! you _negat-nego_ you! _Adul._ I marvel you speak to me in such fashion. _Avar._ Why troublest thou me then in my contemplation? _Adul._ I came of right good love, not minding you to let. _Avar._ Thou ne'er camest to any man of good love yet. _Adul._ And these men's minds it was I should so do. _Avar._ As false wretches as thine own self, and falser too! _Insol and Oppr._ We have been loving to you, and faithful alway. _Avar._ For your own profits, then; and not mine, I daresay; And e'en, veray! you three it was, and others none, That would have robbed me, not yet half an hour gone. _Insol._, _Oppr._, _Adul._ We never robbed any man, later or rather. _Avar._ Yes, many a time and oft, your own very father. _Oppr._ And to you have we borne hearty favours alway. _Avar._ And, I warrant you hanged for your labours one day. _Oppr._, _Adul._ And, as our god, we have alway honoured you. _Avar._ And, e'en as your god, I have aye succoured you. _Oppr._ We call you our founder, by All Holy Hallows! _Avar._ Founder me no found'ring; but beware the gallows! _Insol._ I pray you leave these words, and talk friendly at last. _Avar._ Content! at your request, my fame is now well past; And, in faith! what saith our friend, Adulation? _Adul._ I wonder at your rough communication, That ye would to me use words of such vehemence. _Avar._ Faith, man! I spake but even to prove your patience, That if thou hadst grunted or stormed thereat. _Adul._ Nay! few times do I use such loud manner as that. _Avar._ Come! shake hands! for ever we two be at one. _Adul._ As for grudge in me, there shall never remain none. _Avar._ Now, Master Insolence! to your ghostly purpose! _Insol._ We accorded a matter to you to disclose. _Avar._ I understand all your agreement and accord; For, I laid in your bosoms when ye spake the word; And I like well the advice of Oppression, And eke of Flattery, for your progression. _Insol._ If there were matter whereon to work, I care not. _Avar._ Ye shall have matter enough; be doing, spare not! _Insol._ What! to come to honour and wealth for us all three? _Avar._ Ah then! ye could be content to leave out me! _Insol._ No! for I know ye can, for yourself well provide. _Avar._ Yea! that I can; and for twenty hundred beside. _Adul._ Oh, would Christ, good founder! ye would that thing open. _Avar._ Bones, knave! wilt thou have it ere it can be spoken? _Oppr._ For the passion of God! tell it us with all speed! _Avar._ By the cross, not a word! here is haste made indeed.