Sce.Oh, my lord,
I have not the tenth of it.
Tig. (calling).Guards!
(Enter Guards.)
Sce.I swear I have not.
Tig. Get up, that is the price.—Guards, take him off.—
I’ll make good use of thee.
Sce.Sir, I might find it.
Tig. (motioning Guards back). Hark, thou canst raise the money, and mayst write
From prison to thy friends: and if ’tis paid