Cadwell:
What now? Will you go?
Bendish: Sir, I must tell you the truth. I loaned it to a student for a tragedy.
Cadwell:
My jerkin to a college boy? To a child?
Bendish: No, sir. He's a big fellow, handsome, well made—like you, and he plays the king in a tragedy.
Cadwell:
Ah, truly, I am pleased to know that you loan my clothes. But the
moment this tragedy is finished get it back the very instant. (Seeing
Bendish hesitate) What then? You won't do what I tell you?
Bendish: (hesitating)
Sir?
Cadwell:
Ah, I see what it is. You put it in pawn, correct?
Bendish: Sir, you've divined it. As you never give me my wages or advance money to me, I've had recourse to prompt expedients.
Cadwell:
You will pay me for this, I promise you. Give me the red one, Bendish.
(Bendish goes into Cadwell's room) But look at this little scoundrel.
Put my clothes in pawn.
Bendish: (returning with a red jerkin and presenting it to Cadwell)
Here it is.