Your bended honesty we shall set right, Sir,
We Surgeons of the Law do desperate Cures, Sir,
And you shall see how heartily I'le handle it:
Mark how I'le knock it home: be of good chear, Sir,
You give good Fees, and those beget good Causes,
The Prerogative of your Crowns will carry the matter,
(Carry it sheer) the Assistant sits to morrow,
And he's your friend, your monyed men love naturally,
And as your loves are clear, so are your Causes.
Hen.