Your new Exchequer, when you have cheated him
And worn him to the quick, I may be found
In the List of your acquaintance.
Lean
Pray you hold
And give me leave (my Lord) to say thus much
(And in mine own defence) I am no Gull
To be wrought on by perswasion: nor no Coward
To be beaten out of my means, but know to whom
And why I give or lend, and will do nothing