Basil. No! except with the proviso I told thee of.
Will. You have no other message?—
Basil. No!
Will. Oh! Well, sir, I think the execution of my barren commission needs no farther stay. Touching that small portion of mammon wherewith thou wouldst endow my master's passage across the seas, in his name I will venture to refuse the gratility.
Basil. Wouldst jest, villain? There are stocks! Back to the beggar that sent thee. [Exit R.]
[WILLIAM going, L., FLORENCE approaches him from behind.]
Flor. Good friend! I have heard something of your discourse. I would fain see thy master.
Will. Art thou not his cousin, lady?
Flor. I am.
Will. He hath often spoken of thee far hence.