Firk. Yes, forsooth; yea, marry!
Lincoln. Canst thou, in sadness——
Firk. No, forsooth; no, marry!
L. Mayor. Tell me, good honest fellow, where he is,
And thou shalt see what I’ll bestow on thee.
Firk. Honest fellow? No, sir; not so, sir; my profession is the gentle craft; I care not for seeing, I love feeling; let me feel it here; aurium tenus, ten pieces of gold; genuum tenus, ten pieces of silver; and then Firk is your man in a new pair of stretchers.[93]
L. Mayor. Here is an angel, part of thy reward,
Which I will give thee; tell me where he is.
Firk. No point! Shall I betray my brother? no! Shall I prove Judas to Hans? no! Shall I cry treason to my corporation? no, I shall be firked and yerked then. But give me your angel; your angel shall tell you.
Lincoln. Do so, good fellow; ’tis no hurt to thee.
Firk. Send simpering Syb away.