Ger. It is a duty,
And as a duty, from those men have felt ye,
Should be return'd again: I have gain'd by ye,
A daily alms these seven years you have showr'd on me,
Will half supply your want.
Gos. Why do'st thou fool me? Can'st thou work miracles?
Ger. To save my Master, I can work this.
Gos. Thou wilt make me angry with thee.
Ger. For doing good?
Gos. What power hast thou?
Ger. Enquire not: So I can do it, to preserve my Master; Nay if it be three parts.
Gos. O that I had it, But good Clause, talk no more, I feel thy charity, As thou hast felt mine: but alas!
Ger. Distrust not,
'Tis that that quenches ye: pull up your Spirit,
Your good, your honest, and your noble Spirit;
For if the fortunes of ten thousand people
Can save ye, rest assur'd; you have forgot Sir,
The good ye did, which was the power you gave me;
Ye shall now know the King of Beggars treasure:
And let the winds blow as they list, the Seas roar,
Yet, here to morrow, you shall find your harbour.
Here fail me not, for if I live I'le fit ye.
Gos. How fain I would believe thee!