Sec. Ay, Winnie. 196
Wi. Wilt thou come in, sweet Cu?
Sec. Ay, Winnie, presently.
[Exeunt Security and Sindefy.
Qu. Ay, Winnie, quod he, that’s all he can do, poor man, he may well cut off her name at Winnie. O, ’tis an egregious pander! What will not an usurous knave be, so he may be rich? O, ’tis a notable Jew’s trump! I hope to live to see dogs’ meat made of the old usurer’s flesh, dice of his bones, and indentures of his skin; and yet his skin is too thick to make parchment, ’twould make good boots for a peter-man[46] to catch salmon in. Your only smooth skin to make fine vellum is your Puritan’s skin; they be the smoothest and slickest knaves in a country. 209
Enter Sir Petronel in boots, with a riding-wand.[47]
Pe. I’ll out of this wicked town as fast as my horse can trot! Here’s now no good action for a man to spend his time in. Taverns grow dead; ordinaries are blown up; plays are at a stand; houses of hospitality at a fall; not a feather waving, nor a spur jingling anywhere. I’ll away instantly.
Qu. Y’ad best take some crowns in your purse, knight, or else your Eastward Castle will smoke but miserably.
Pe. O, Frank! my castle? Alas! all the castles I have are built with air, thou know’st. 219
Qu. I know it, knight, and therefore wonder whither your lady is going.