[Enter More, with Attendants with Purse and Mace.]
MORE.
In haste to counsel! what’s the business now,
That all so late his highness sends for me?—
What seekst thou, fellow?
WIT. Nay, nothing: your lordship sent 8 angels by your man, and I have lost two of them in the rishes.
MORE. Wit, look to that:—8 angels! I did send them ten.—Who gave it them?
MAN.
I, my lord; I had no more about me;
But by and by they shall rescue the rest.
MORE.
Well, Wit, twas wisely done; thou playest Wit well indeed,
Not to be thus deceived of thy right.—
Am I a man, by office truly ordained
Equally to decide true right his own,
And shall I have deceivers in my house?
Then what avails my bounty, when such servants
Deceive the poor of what the Master gives?
Go on, and pull his coat over his ears:
There are too many such.—Give them their right.—
Wit, let thy fellows thank thee: twas well done;
Thou now deservest to match with Lady Wisdom.
[Exit More with Attendants.]
VICE. God a mercy, Wit!—Sir, you had a master Sir Thomas More more; but now we shall have more.
LUGGINS. God bless him! I would there were more of his mind! a loves our quality; and yet he’s a learned man, and knows what the world is.
CLOWN. Well, a kind man, and more loving than many other: but I think we ha’ met with the first….