Mrs. Over. Is it indeed, brother?
Cokes. Ay, as I am an honest man, would I were an arrant rogue else! a plague of all roguy damn’d cut-purses for me.
[Examines his pockets.
Waspe. Bless ’em with all my heart, with all my heart, do you see! now, as I am no infidel, that I know of, I am glad on’t. Ay, I am, (here’s my witness,) do you see, sir? I did not tell you of his fables, I! no, no, I am a dull malt horse, I, I know nothing. Are you not justly served, in your conscience, now, speak in your conscience? Much good do you with all my heart, and his good heart that has it, with all my heart again.
Edg. This fellow is very charitable, would he had a purse too! but I must not be too bold all at a time. [Aside.
Cokes. Nay, Numps, it is not my best purse.
Waspe. Not your best! death! why should it be your worst? why should it be any, indeed, at all? answer me to that, give me a reason from you, why it should be any?
Cokes. Nor my gold, Numps; I have that yet, look here else, sister.
[Shews the other purse.
Waspe. Why so, there’s all the feeling he has!