USURER

HOw goes the news o'th'Change? Better they, with half a number of that thrifty world Were three parts hanged; but so much for the City: What news in Holborne, Fleetstreet, and the Strand ? In th'Ordinaries among Gallants, no young Heirs There to be snapped? What a world's this? what will't grow to in th'end? How smart we then? We Money Master's, from whose bags you feed, And without whom your Pens would cast no Ink? Nor your Wax take impression: none in chase? And will he fell? And honest fellow, I'll warrant him; Can he do ought in this? 'Twas well scented, Nor shalt thou loose by't: there's a share for thee; Acquaint me with the further Circumstance, In which I would be perfect. Enter Roger and Geoffrey, 2. Servingmen. And to me none more welcome. It's signed, sealed, and delivered? And to my use? Is there no hope he will redeeme't at all? I shall love expense and riot while I live; Not in my self, I must confess, but in such prodigals By whom we Usurers profit. So let him, what he hath; But this I'll look to safe as my life. For this he minds not, my care is took already. May he drown for him that holds him by the Chin. What makes he then amongst Briers? this be his comfort, His flesh will show the better when he's shorn, He'll make sale for the Shambles. Forget thee? no, not while thy Parchment lasts: I do remember thee by thy shop, thy sign, Yes, thou hast Labels hanging at thy door; Thou writest a good fair hand, and hast in Horn, Six several Seals with sundry strange inscripts All joined together; thee? not remember thee? I can call thee by thy name. Yes, give the Devil that, For he will have't at length; would, let me see, Come, let us once be mad, we'll to the next Tavern, And there debate the business. What? thy faith? I will not trust to hearsay, let thine eyes Proclaim what's written in this Almanac, If this be the set Day. If't be not tendered then betwixt Sun and Sun, The Mortgage is my own. What Schreich-owles voice was that? I'm undone then: no hast good Master Slightall, why to morrrow, Or the next day will serve, some fortnight hence, Nay, were't a month, I could forbear the money. If needs I will, we Usurers are Like women Who conceive with great pleasure, and are delivered With great pain; so we get our wealth with infinite joy And partly with the least of it with infinite torment. O, curse on that supply that snatched from me So rich a Mortgage. Yes, but too late: For when 'twas passed, I counsail'd with the day. Guess I pray thee. Tush, none of these. It shall be a warning to me: in mean time Would it were razed out of the Calendar quite, It is a day prodigious. Enter Changeable and Slightall. Excellent sokers, brave pills to purge the purse: But for my partly, I will take no such Physic. Marry, first home, and safely lock up these, Then seek some other new come to his Lands, To make Like prey on him. Money from me, thy writings are all paid for, It came from Slightalls purse. Brokage indeed hath some dependence still On Usury, and Usury on that, Th'are Relatives; one is not called a Son That hath no Father, and no Father's he That hath no Son; yet money does go hard. Yes, for this once, not use't. And Usurers Gallon, that's just half a pint, It's none of Slightalls measure, it's too great, And come, good Scrivener, write it in Record, That I am now thus liberal. Is this the day? Art sure? Nihil in Bag. Beshrew you sir, you made me start, What is your will with me? And Like the Bar-boy I When you bring ready money, and keep touch All's paid sir, and you're welcome. All those crosses that I have figured on the Princes Coin, stand still betwixt me and danger, Conscience? what in that is wanting he shall find Made good in Law.