Lio. And what a deluge of rheum!
Pet. If the house be so old as you speak of, 'twere good you brought my master into it, and then threw't atop of him; he would never desire to be better buried.
Duke. Well said, Petro.
Lio. Sir, if it be no trouble to you, I would entreat you know my worthy friend here.
Duke. You shall make me happy in any worthy acquaintance.
Pet. Well, Signior Lionel, you are beholden to these gentlemen for their good words unto your uncle for you: they spoke in your behalf as earnestly as e'er did lawyer for his client.
Lio. And what was the issue?
Pet. He is hide-bound: he will part with nothing. There is an old rivelled purse hangs at his side, has not been loosed these twenty years, and, I think, will so continue.
Lio. Why, will his charity stretch to nothing, Petro?
Pet. Yes, he has sent you something.