Mat. No, no, you say well, thou sayest well; but I must tell you,—how much is the money, sayest thou?
Orl. About twenty pound, sir.
Mat. Twenty pound? Let me see: that shall bring thee in, after ten per centum per annum.
Orl. No, no, no, sir, no: I cannot abide to have money engender: fie upon this silver lechery, fie; if I may have meat to my mouth, and rags to my back, and a flock-bed to snort upon when I die, the longer liver take all.
Mat. A good old boy, i’faith! If thou servest me, thou shall eat as I eat, drink as I drink, lie as I lie, and ride as I ride.
Orl. That’s if you have money to hire horses. [Aside.
Mat. Front, what dost thou think on’t? This good old lad here shall serve me.
Bell. Alas, Matheo, wilt thou load a back
That is already broke?
Mat. Peace, pox on you, peace. There’s a trick in’t, I fly high, it shall be so, Front, as I tell you: give me thy hand, thou shalt serve me i’faith: welcome: as for your money—
Orl. Nay, look you, sir, I have it here.