Thras. To the Usurer, to get gold on commodity.
Alc. And I to the same place, to get a vent for my villainy. See where the old crust comes: let us salute him.
Enter Usurer.
God-speed, sir: may a man abuse your patience upon a pawn?
Usurer. Friend, let me see it.
Alc. Ecce signum! a fair doublet and hose, new-bought out of the pilferer's shop,—a handsome cloak.
Usurer. How were they gotten?
Thras. How catch the fishermen fish? Master, take them as you think them worth: we leave all to your conscience.
Usurer. Honest men, toward men, good men, my friends, like to prove good members, use me, command me; I will maintain your credits. There's money: now spend not your time in idleness; bring me commodity; I have crowns for you: there is two shillings for thee, and six shillings for thee. [Gives money.