Foro. We will instantly be with you;
Now we are all fellows.
Nine a Clock, and no Clyents come
Yet, sure thou do'st not set up bills enough.
Clow. I have set up bills in abundance.
Foro. What Bills?
Clow. Marry for curing of all diseases,
Recovery of stoln goods,
And a thousand such impossibilities.
Foro. The place is unlucky.
Clow. No certain, 'tis scarcity of mony; do not you hear
the Lawyers complain of it? Men have as much Malice as
ever they had to wrangle, but they have no Mony: Whither
should this Mony be travell'd?
Foro. To the Devil I think.
Clow. 'Tis with his Cofferer I am certain, that's the Usurer.
Foro. Our cheating does not prosper so well as it was wont to do.