_Belcolore_ looking on the Cloake, said. How much may this Cloake bee worth? How much? quoth Sir _Simon_, upon my word _Belcolore_, it is of a right fine Flanders Serdge, and not above eight dayes since, I bought it thus (ready made) of _Lotto_ the Fripperer, and payed for it sixe and twenty Florines, a pledge then sufficient for your ten. Is it possible, said shee, that it should cost so much? Well, Sir _Simon_, deliver it me first, I will lay it up safe for you against Saturday, when if you fetch it not; I will redeeme mine owne things with it, and leave you to release it your selfe. The Cloake is laid up by _Belcolore_, and Sir _Simon_ so forward in his affection; that (in briefe) he enjoyed what hee came for; and departed afterward in his light tripping Cassocke, but yet thorow by-Lanes, and no much frequented places, smelling on a Nosegay, as if hee had beene at some wedding in the Countrey, and went thus lightly without his Cloake, for his better ease. As commonly after actions of evill, Repentance knocketh at the doore of Conscience, and urgeth a guilty remembrance, with some sence of sorrow: so was it now with sweet Sir _Simon_, who survaying over all his Vailes of offering Candles, the validity of his yearely benefits, and all comming nothing neere the summe of (scarce halfe) sixe and twenty Florines; he began to repent his deed of darkenesse, although it was acted in the day-time, and considered with himselfe, by what honest (yet unsuspected meanes) hee might recover his Cloake againe, before it went to the Broaker, in redemption of _Belcolores_ pawned apparrell, and yet to send her no Florines neither. Having a cunning reaching wit, especially in matters for his owne advantage, and pretending to have a dinner at his lodging, for a few of some invited friends: he made use of a neighbours Boy, sending him to the house of _Belcolore_, with request of lending him her Stone Morter, to make Greene-sawce in for his guests, because hee had meate required such sawce. _Belcolore_ suspecting no treachery, sent him the Stone Morter with the Pestell, and about dinner time, when he knew _Bentivegna_ to bee at home with his wife, by a spye which was set for the purpose; hee called the Clearke (usually attending on him) and said. Take this Morter and Pestell, beare them home to _Belcolore_, and tell her: Sir _Simon_ sends them home with thankes, they having sufficiently served his turne, and desire her likewise, to send me my Cloake, which the Boy left as a pledge for better remembrance, and because she would not lend it without a pawne.