Pilia. No, sir; and, therefore, I must have five hundred more.
Bar. I'll rather——
Pilia. O good words, sir, and send it you were best; see, there's his letter. [Gives letter.
Bar. Might he not as well come as send; pray bid him come and fetch it; what he writes for you, ye shall have straight.
Pilia. I, and the rest too, or else——30
Bar. I must make this villain away. [Aside. Please you dine with me, sir;—and you shall be most heartily poisoned. [Aside.
Pilia. No, God-a-mercy. Shall I have these crowns?
Bar. I cannot do it, I have lost my keys.
Pilia. O, if that be all, I can pick ope your locks.
Bar. Or climb up to my counting-house window: you know my meaning.