Ham. Enforced love is worse than hate to me.
(Aside.) There is a wench keeps shop in the Old Change,
To her will I; it is not wealth I seek,
I have enough, and will prefer her love
Before the world.—(Aloud.) My good lord mayor, adieu.
Old love for me, I have no luck with new. [Exit.
L. Mayor. Now, mammet,[60] you have well behaved yourself,
But you shall curse your coyness if I live.—
Who’s within there? See you convey your mistress
Straight to th’Old Ford! I’ll keep you straight enough.
Fore God, I would have sworn the puling girl
Would willingly accepted Hammon’s love;
But banish him, my thoughts!—Go, minion, in! [Exit Rose.
Now tell me, Master Scott, would you have thought
That Master Simon Eyre, the shoemaker,
Had been of wealth to buy such merchandise?
Scott. ’Twas well, my lord, your honour and myself
Grew partners with him; for your bills of lading
Shew that Eyre’s gains in one commodity
Rise at the least to full three thousand pound
Besides like gain in other merchandise.
L. Mayor. Well, he shall spend some of his thousands now,
For I have sent for him to the Guildhall.
Enter Eyre.
See, where he comes.—Good morrow, Master Eyre.
Eyre. Poor Simon Eyre, my lord, your shoemaker.
L. Mayor. Well, well, it likes yourself to term you so.
Enter Dodger.
Now, Master Dodger, what’s the news with you?