Mont. Some forty Crowns, nay rather not so much, 'tis quickly cast.
Mal. 'Tis strange to me, that your estate shou'd have so low an ebb, to stick at such sleight sums: why my friends, you are too strict in your accounts, and call too sudden on this Gentleman, he has hopes left yet to pay you all.
1 Cred. Hopes? I marry; bid him pay his friends with hopes, and pay us with currant Coyn: I knew a gallant once that fed his creditors still with hopes, and bid 'em they shou'd fear nothing, for he had 'em tyed in a string; and trust me so he had indeed, for at last he and all his hopes hopt in a halter.
Mont. Good Sir, with what speed you may, free me out of the company of these slaves, that have nothing but their names to show 'em men.
Mal. What wou'd you wish me do Sir? I protest I ha' not the present sum (small as it is) to lay down for you; and for giving my word, my friends no later than yesternight made me take bread and eat it, that I shou'd not do it for any man breathing i'th' world; therefore I pray hold me excused.
Mont. You do not speak this seriously?
Mal. As ever I said my prayers, I protest to you.
Mont. What may I think of this?
Mal. Troth Sir thought is free for any man; we abuse our betters in it, I have done it my self.
Mont. Trust me, this speech of yours doth much amaze me; pray leave this language, and out of that same sum you lately did receive of me, lay down as much as may discharge me.