CREDITORS

And that your Lordship Will please to do your knowledge, we offer, first Our thankful hearts here, as a bounteous earnest To what we will add I have a son, That talks of nothing but of Guns and Armours, And swears hee'll be a soldier, 'tis and humour I would divert him from, and I am told That if I minister to him in his drink Powder, made of this banquerou Marshals bones, Provided that the carcase rot above ground, IT will cure his foolish frenzy. If your ears are fast, 'Tis nothing. Whats a blow or two? as much— Bear witness, Sirs. Thrift forbid. We will bear this, rather then hazard that. Ex: Creditor. It's the City Doctrine, We stand bound to maintain it. What mean you sir? It's the fi st money advocate ere gave back, Though he said nothing. Accept it by all m es: let's shut him up, He is well-shaped and has a villainous to gue, And should he study that way of renenge, As I dare almost swear he loves a wench, We have no wives, nor never shall get daughter That will hold out against him. Sir. Would they not so? Wee'll keep them to stop bottles then: You're never content, Crying not laughing. Slid, Sir, what would ye, ye're so choleric? We have nothing but his body here in durance For all our money. No farther, look to they at your own peril. Yes faith, we are paid. That he was never bound for. O, they are charitable, The Ma shall stood engaged unto us three, Two hundred thousand crowns, which by his death We are defeated of. For which great lose We aim at nothing but his rotten flesh, Nor is that cruelty. These chastisements, as useful are as frequent To such as would grow rich. And so they are. Very well. Speak you for all. Damned, would! would, would. Our wives, Sir, taught us. Most soldiers are so y faith, let him alone: They have little else to live on, we have not had A penny of him, have we? No, as they please: their Master's a good man. I would they were the Burmudas. Heaven bless his Lordship, I did think him wiser What think you of the offer? Yes faith. Sir, weel'd be very glad To please you yther way. He a statesman, he and ass Pay other men's debts? Why, let our executions That lie upon the father, be returned Upon the son, and we release the body. God's-light, wo'd you have our hearts?