Enter an Officer.
How now, my friend? what, do they sit to day?
Offi. Yes, sir, they expect you at the senate-house.
Cand. I thank your pains; I’ll not be last man there.— [Exit Officer.
My gown, George, go, my gown. [Exit George.] A happy land,
Where grave men meet each cause to understand;
Whose consciences are not cut out in bribes
To gull the poor man’s right; but in even scales,
Peize[181] rich and poor, without corruption’s vails.[182]
Re-enter George.
Come, where’s the gown?
Geo. I cannot find the key, sir.
Cand. Request it of your mistress.
Vio. Come not to me for any key;
I’ll not be troubled to deliver it.