Slip. Faith sir, to Sir Siluester a Knight hard by, vppon my
Maisters arrand, whom I must certifie this, that the lease of
Est Spring shall bee confirmed, and therefore must I bid him1210
prouide trash, for my Maister is no friend without mony.
Bar. This is the thing for which I sued so long,
This is the lease which I by Guatoes meanes,
Sought to possesse by pattent from the King:
But hee iniurious man, who liues by crafts,
And selles kings fauours for who will giue most,
Hath taken bribes of mee, yet couertly
Will sell away the thing pertaines to mee:
But I haue found a present helpe I hope,
For to preuent his purpose and deceit: 1220
Stay gentle friend.
Slip. A good word, thou haste won me,
This word is like a warme candle to a colde stomacke.
Bar. Sirra wilt thou for mony and reward,
Conuay me certaine letters out of hand,
From out thy maisters pocket.
Slip. Will I sir, why, were it to rob my father, hang
my mother, or any such like trifles, I am at your
commaundement sir, what will you giue me sir?
S. Bar. A hundreth pounds. 1230
Slip. I am your man, giue me earnest, I am dead at a pocket
sir, why I am a lifter maister, by my occupation.
S. Bar. A lifter, what is that?
Slip. Why sir, I can lift a pot as well as any man, and picke a
purse assoone as any theefe in my countrie.
S. Bar. Why fellow hold, heere is earnest,
Ten pound to assure thee, go dispatch,
And bring it me to yonder Tauerne thou seest,
And assure thy selfe thou shalt both haue
Thy skin full of wine, and the rest of thy mony. 1240