Shakespeare:
[Looking at the letter and smiling.] He signs himself “the old roisterer who won’t trouble you long.”
Jonson:
“The old roisterer” at your expense.
Shakespeare:
I owe him what money can never pay [takes out his purse] his jokes and humoured laughter. He warms me with his hot love of life, and living.
[Gives Drawer gold; exit Drawer.
Jonson:
I’ve no patience with you. You play prince-fool with everyone and you’ll suffer for it yet.
Shakespeare: