PILIA-BORZA

I did. I did. I think so, and yet I cannot tell, for at the reading of The letter, he looked Like a man of another world. That such a base slave as he should be saluted by such A tall man as I am, from such a beautiful dame as you. Not a wise word, only gave me a nod, as who should say, Is it even so; and so I left him, being driven to a Nonplus at the critical aspect of my terrible countenance. Upon mine own freehold within 40 foot of the Gallows, Cunning his neck-verse I take it, looking of a Friars Execution, whom I saluted with and old hempen proverb, Hidie tibi, cras mihi, and so I left him to the mercy Of the Hangman: but the Exercise being done, see where He comes. And is't not possible to find it out? Let me alone, do but you speak him fair: But you know some secrets of the Jew, which if they were Revealed, would do him harm. Write not so submissively, but threatening him. Put in two hundred at least. Tell him you will confess. Let me alone, I'll use him in his kind. Yes. At reading of the letter, he stared & stamped, & turned Aside, I took him by the sterd, & looked upon him thus; Told him he were best to send it, then he huged & embraced me Then Like a Jew he laughed & jeered, and told me he loved me for your sake, & said what a faithful servant you had been. To conclude, he gave me ten crowns. Write for 500 Crowns. I warrant your worship shall hau't. The ed make a rich Poet, Sir. I am gone. Exit. Jew, I must would more gold. No; but 300 will not serve his turn. No Sir; and therefore I must have 500 more. O good words, Sir, and send it you were best, see, There's his letter. I, and the rest too, or else — No god-a-mercy, shall I have these crowns? O, if that be all, I can pick open your locks. I know enough, and therefore talk not to me of your Countinghouse, the gold, or know Jew it is in my power to hang thee Here's many words but no crowns; the crowns. Speak, shall I have 'vm, Sir? I know it, Sir. Soon enough to your cost, Sir: Fare you well. Exit. Nay, I'll have all or none. Knavely spoke, and Like a Knight at Arms. What wouldst thou do if he should send thee none? O bravely done. This shall with me unto the Governor. Sirrah, you must give my mistress your posey. Foh, me thinks they stink Like a Holly-Hoke. There's two crowns for thee, play. Me thinks he fingers very well. How swift he runs. His man? A masty slave he is; Whither now, Fiddler? Farewell Fiddler: One letter more to the Jew. Let me alone to urge it now I know the meaning. Who, beside the slaughter of these Gentlemen, Poisoned his own daughter and the Nuns, Strangled a Friar, and I know not what Mischief beside. Hold thee, wench, there's something for thee to spend. I, but the Jew has gold, And I will have it or it shall go hard. Faith, walking the back lanes through the Gar dens I chanced to cast mine eye up to the Jews countinghouse Where I saw some bags of money, and in the night I Clambered up with my hooks, and as I was taking My choice, I herd a rumbling in the house; so I took Only this, and run my way: but here's the Jews man. Look not towards him, let's away: Zoon's what a looking thou keepest, Thou'lt betray's anon. This is the Gentleman you writ to. I did Sir, and from this Gentlewoman, who as my Self, & the rest of the family, stand or fallen at your service. And you did but know how she loves you, Sir. And you can have it, Sir, and if you please. Send for a hundred Crowns at least.