Sebas. How would you ha' me live?
D'Am. Why; turn crier. Cannot you turn crier?
Sebas. Yes.
D'Am. Then do so: y' have a good voice for't.
Y'are excellent at crying of a rape.[160]
Sebas. Sir, I confess in particular respect to yourself I was somewhat forgetful. General honesty possessed me.
D'Am. Go, th'art the base corruption of my blood;
And, like a tetter, growest unto my flesh.
Sebas. Inflict any punishment upon me. The severity shall not discourage me if it be not shameful, so you'll but put money i' my purse. The want of money makes a free spirit more mad than the possession does an usurer.
D'Am. Not a farthing.
Sebas. Would you ha' me turn purse-taker? 'Tis the next way to do't. For want is like the rack: it draws a man to endanger himself to the gallows rather than endure it.