SIR JOHN.
How much is there on’t, of thy word?
KING.
A hundred pound in Angels, on my word.
The time has been I would have done as much
For thee, if thou hadst past this way, as I have now.
SIR JOHN.
Sirra, what art thou? thou seem’st a gentleman.
KING.
I am no less; yet a poor one now, for thou hast all my money.
SIR JOHN. >From whence cam’st thou?
KING. >From the court at Eltham.
SIR JOHN.
Art thou one of the King’s servants?
KING.
Yes, that I am, and one of his chamber.
SIR JOHN. I am glad thou art no worse; thou mayest the better spare thy money: & thinkst thou thou mightst get a poor thief his pardon, if he should have need.
KING.
Yes, that I can.