Jonson:
He’s gone to the theatre; he will be back, anon. You’re all to go to Court, he says. Do you play?
Shakespeare:
[Indifferently.] I don’t know: I hope not. [Drawer enters and gives Shakespeare a letter.] Will you forgive me?
Jonson:
[Shakespeare reads.] I’ll wager that’s from Chettle, asking you to pay his reckoning. [Shakespeare nods.] But you won’t do it. No one deserves help less.
Shakespeare:
Those who deserve it least, Ben, often need it most.
Jonson:
Need! He is all needs; he but uses you—shamelessly.