Fran. Your mercy, Sir.
Short. Friend, you have mercy, a whole bag full of mercy, be merry with it, and be wise.
Fran. I would fain, if it please you, but know—
Short. It does not please me, tell over your money, and be not mad, Boy.
Val. You have no more such bags?
Short. More such there are, Sir, but few I fear for you, I have cast your water, you have wit, you need no money.[Exit.
Lan. Be not amazed, Sir, 'tis good gold, good old gold, this is restorative, and in good time, it comes to do you good, keep it and use it, let honest fingers feel it, yours be too quick Sir.
Fran. He named me, and he gave it me, but from whom.
Lan. Let 'em send more, and then examine it, this can be but a
Fran. Being a stranger, of whom can I deserve this?