Eugen. I am a slave to any misery My Iudges doome me too.
Clown. If you bee a slave there's more slaves in the world than you.
Eugen. Yes, thousands of brave fellows slaves to their vices; The Usurer to his gold, drunkards to Wine, Adulterers to their lust.
Clown. Right, Sir; so in Trades: the Smith is a slave to the Ironmonger, the itchy silk-weaver to the Silke-man, the Cloth-worker to the Draper, the Whore to the Bawd, the Bawd to the Constable, and the Constable to a bribe.
Eugen. Is it the kings will that I should be thus chain'd?
Clown. Yes indeed, Sir. I can tell you in some countries they are held no small fooles that goe in Chaines.
Eugen. I am heavy.
Clown. Heavy? how can you chuse, having so much Iron upon you?
Eugen. Death's brother and I would have a little talk So thou wouldst leave us.
Clown. With all my heart; let Deaths sister talke with you, too, and shee will, but let not me see her, for I am charg'd to let no body come into you. If you want any water give mee your Chamber pot; Ile fill it. [Exit.