Gond. Again? yet more torments?
Gentlew. Indeed you shall have them.
Gond. Keep off.
Gentlew. A small gratuity for your kindness.
Gond. Hold away.
Gentlew. Why then I thank your Lordship, I'll gather them up again, and I'll be sworn, it is the first money that was refus'd since I came to the Court.
Gond. What can she devise to say more?
Gentlew. Truly I would have willingly parted with them to your Lordship.
Gond. I believe it, I believe it.
Gentlew. But since it is thus—