SCENE V.--_A Public Place near the_ Usurer's. _Enter_ THRASYBULUS. _Thras._ Loath'd is the life that now enforc'd I lead; But since necessity will have it so, (Necessity that doth command the gods), Through every coast and corner now I pry, To pilfer what I can to buy me meat. Here have I got a cloak, not over old, Which will afford some little sustenance: Now will I to the broking Usurer, To make exchange of ware for ready coin. _Enter_ ALCON, SAMIA, _and_ CLESIPHON. _Alc._ Wife, bid the trumpets sound, a prize, a prize! mark the posy: I cut this from a new-married wife, by the help of a horn-thumb[116] and a knife,--six shillings, four pence. _Samia._ The better luck ours: but what have we here, cast apparel? Come away, man, the Usurer is near: this is dead ware, let it not bide on our hands. _Thras._ [_aside_]. Here are my partners in my poverty, Enforc'd to seek their fortunes as I do: Alas, that few men should possess the wealth, And many souls be forc'd to beg or steal!-- Alcon, well met. _Alc._ Fellow beggar, whither now? _Thras._ To the Usurer, to get gold on commodity. _Alc._ And I to the same place, to get a vent for my villainy. See where the old crust comes: let us salute him. _Enter_ Usurer. God-speed, sir: may a man abuse your patience upon a pawn? _Usurer._ Friend, let me see it. _Alc. Ecce signum!_ a fair doublet and hose, new-bought out of the pilferer's shop,--a handsome cloak. _Usurer._ How were they gotten? _Thras._ How catch the fishermen fish? Master, take them as you think them worth: we leave all to your conscience. _Usurer._ Honest men, toward men, good men, my friends, like to prove good members, use me, command me; I will maintain your credits. There's money: now spend not your time in idleness; bring me commodity; I have crowns for you: there is two shillings for thee, and six shillings for thee. [_Gives money._ _Alc._ A bargain.--Now, Samia, have at it for a new smock!--Come, let us to the spring of the best liquor: whilst this lasts, tril-lill! _Usurer._ Good fellows, proper fellows, my companions, farewell: I have a pot for you. _Samia_ [_aside_]. If he could spare it. _Enter_ JONAS. _Jonas._ Repent, ye men of Nineveh, repent! The day of horror and of torment comes; When greedy hearts shall glutted be with fire, Whenas corruptions veil'd shall be unmask'd, When briberies shall be repaid with bane, When whoredoms shall be recompens'd in hell, When riot shall with vigour be rewarded, Whenas neglect of truth, contempt of God, Disdain of poor men, fatherless and sick, Shall be rewarded with a bitter plague. Repent, ye men of Nineveh, repent! The Lord hath spoke, and I do cry it out; There are as yet but forty days remaining, And then shall Nineveh be overthrown: Repent, ye men of Nineveh, repent! There are as yet but forty days remaining, And then shall Nineveh be overthrown. [_Exit._