Mat. Pish, keep it thyself, man, and then thou’rt sure ’tis safe.
Orl. Safe! an’ twere ten thousand ducats, your worship should be my cash-keeper; I have heard what your worship is, an excellent dunghill cock, to scatter all abroad; but I’ll venture twenty pounds on’s head. [Gives money to Matheo.
Mat. And didst thou serve my worshipful father-in-law, Signor Orlando Friscobaldo, that madman, once?
Orl. I served him so long, till he turned me out of doors.
Mat. It’s a notable chuff[252]: I ha’ not seen him many a day.
Orl. No matter an you ne’er see him; it’s an arrant grandee, a churl, and as damned a cut-throat.
Bell. Thou villain, curb thy tongue! thou art a Judas,
To sell thy master’s name to slander thus.
Mat. Away, ass! He speaks but truth, thy father is a—
Bell. Gentleman.
Mat. And an old knave. There’s more deceit in him than in sixteen ’pothecaries: it’s a devil; thou mayest beg, starve, hang, damn! does he send thee so much as a cheese?