Cre. Faith, I'm the same. I tried
What metal thou wast made of: I perceive
Thou wilt not flinch for th' wetting;[191] thou may'st be
My bailiff there, perhaps.
Shape. An't please your worship! [Aside.
Cre. So now the case is alter'd.
Shape. I do know
It was my master's seeking; you would ne'er
Have had to do with't else. He sent me to you
For the last hundred pound by the same token
That you invited him to th' eating-house.
Cre. O, this simplicity! He does not know
Yet what an ordinary means. [Aside.] I was now coming
To have paid it in.
Shape. I'll save your worship that
Labour, an't please you. Let me now begin
My bailiffship.
Cre. 'Snigs, wiser yet than so.
Where is thy master?
Shape. Sir, my master's here,
I thank my stars; but Master Caster is
At an horse-race some ten miles off.
Cre. Why, then,
I'll stay till he returns: 'twill be by dinner.
Shape. Your best way's now to send it: if by chance
The race go on his side, your worship may
Fail of your purchase.