_To._ Hold thy peace, impudent varlet, hold thy peace! With what forehead or face dost thou offer to chop logic with me, having run such a race of riot as thou hast done? Does not the sight of this worshipful man's fortune and temper confound thee, that was thy younger fellow in household, and now come to have the place of a judge upon thee? Dost not observe this? Which of all thy gallants and gamesters, thy swearers and thy swaggerers, will come now to moan thy misfortune, or pity thy penury? They'll look out at a window, as thou ridest in triumph to Tyburn, and cry, "Yonder goes honest Frank, mad Quicksilver!" "He was a free boon companion, when he had money," says one; "Hang him, fool!" says another; "he could not keep it when he had it!" "A pox o' th' cullion, his master," says a third, "he has brought him to this;" when their pox of pleasure, and their piles of perdition, would have been better bestowed upon thee, that hast ventured for 'hem with the best, and by the clue of thy knavery brought thyself weeping to the cart of calamity. 320 _Qu._ Worshipful master! _To._ Offer not to speak, crocodile; I will not hear a sound come from thee. Thou hast learnt to whine at the play yonder. Master Deputy, pray you commit 'hem both to safe custody, till I be able farther to charge 'hem. _Qu._ O me! what an infortunate thing am I! _Pe._ Will you not take security, sir? _To._ Yes, marry, will I, Sir Flash, if I can find him, and charge him as deep as the best on you. He has been the plotter of all this; he is your enginer,[98] I hear. Master Deputy, you'll dispose of these. In the meantime, I'll to my lord mayor, and get his warrant to seize that serpent Security into my hands, and seal up both house and goods to the king's use or my satisfaction. 335 _Go._ Officers, take 'hem to the Counter. _Qu._ } O God! _Pe._ } _To._ Nay, on, on! you see the issue of your sloth. Of sloth cometh pleasure, of pleasure cometh riot, of riot comes whoring, of whoring comes spending, of spending comes want, of want comes theft, of theft comes hanging; and there is my Quicksilver fixed. [_Exeunt._ [79] "'Slid now, I'm quite altered! ... sit up late till it be early; _drink drunk_ till I am sober."--Middleton, iii. 254. [80] "Monmouth caps" were caps worn by sailors. (See "The Ballad of the Caps" in Fairholt's _Satirical Songs and Poems on Costume_, p. 115.) [81] The chief ship of a fleet. [82] A barnacle.--It was supposed to be able to stop a ship's course by adhering to the rudder. [83] "Sconce" = (1) head, (2) fort. [84] _Vie_ was a term in card-playing; it meant to back one's cards against an opponent's. [85] A proverbial saying. See Nares' _Glossary_.