Andel. Are you content to wear the jewels by turns? I’ll have the purse for a year, you the hat, and as much gold as you’ll ask; and when my pursership ends, I’ll resign, and cap you.
Amp. I am content to bear all discontents. [Exit.
Andel. I should serve this bearing ass rarely now, if I should load him, but I will not. Though conscience be like physic, seldom used, for so it does least hurt, yet I’ll take a dram of it. This for him, and some gold: this for me; for having this mint about me, I shall want no wishing cap. Gold is an eagle, that can fly to any place, and, like death, that dares enter all places. Shadow, wilt thou travel with me?
Shad. I shall never fadge[382] with the humour because I cannot lie.
Andel. Thou dolt, we’ll visit all the kings’ courts in the world.
Shad. So we may, and return dolts home, but what shall we learn by travel?
Andel. Fashions.[383]
Shad. That’s a beastly disease: methinks it’s better staying in your own country.
Andel. How? In mine own country—like a cage-bird, and see nothing?