_Insol._ Yes, good, sweet Avarice! dispatch, and tell at once! _Avar._ Nay then, cut my throat! ye are fellows for the nonce-- Will ye have a matter before it can be told? If ye will have me tell it, ye shall your tongues hold. Whist! silence! not a word! Mum! let your clatter cease! Are ye with child to hear, and cannot hold your peace? So sir! now Respublica, the lady of estate, Ye know, now lately, is left almost desolate. Her wealth is decayed; her comfort clean ago; And she at her wit's end what for to say or do. Fain would she have succour, and easement of her grief; And highly advance them that would promise relief; Such as would warrant her spirits to revive Might mount to high estate, and be most sure to thrive. _Insol._ So! _Adul._ Well said! _Oppr._ Ha! _Avar._ What is this hum, ha, hum? _Insol._ On forth! _Adul._ Go too! _Oppr._ Tell on! _Avar._ Body of me! _Adul._ Mum! _Avar._ What say ye? _Insol._ Haik! _Adul._ Tuff! _Oppr._ Hem! _Avar._ Who haiken, tuffa, hum--what say ye? _Oppr._ Nothing! _Insol._ Not a word? _Avar._ Nor you, neither? _Adul._ Mum! _Avar._ Did ye speak or not? _Insol._ No! _Oppr._ No! _Adul._ No! _Avar._ Nor yet do not? _Insol._ No! _Oppr._ No! _Adul._ No! [_Oppr._ No! _Insol._ No! _Adul._ No! _Avar._ That, that, that! that, that, that! Sir, I intend Dame Respublica t'assail; And, so to creep in to be of her counsel; I hope well to bring her in such a paradise That herself shall sue me to have my service; Then shall I have time and power to bring in you three. _Oppr._ Do this out of hand, founder! and first, speak for me; Bring me in credit that my hands be in the pie: An I get not elbow room among them, let me lie. _Avar._ Nay! see an Oppression, this eager elf, Be not since more covetous than covetous self! Soft! be not so hasty, I pray you, Sir! soft awhile! You will over the hedge ere ye come at the stile. _Oppr._ I would fain be shouldering and rumbling among them. _Avar._ Nay! I will help javels as shall wrong them. _Adul._ I pray you, good founder! let not me be the last. _Avar._ Thou shalt be well placed where to thrive very fast. _Adul._ I thank you, Master Avarice! with all my heart.