Pea. Come, sirra, money for your gentlemans apparel; you promist me money, sir, but I perceive you forget your selfe.
Han. True, pride makes a man forget himselfe; and I have quite forgot that I owe thee any.
Pea. But Ile put you in minde, sir, if there be any sergeants in Saxonie; I thinke I meane not to loose so much by you.
Han. Why, I have lost a maister and a mistresse, and yet I aske thee no money for them.
Pea. I bought them not of you, sir; therefore pay me my money.
Han. I will pay thee morningly every morning as long as thou livest; looke in thy right shooe and thou shalt finde sixe pence.
Pea. What a fowle knave and fairie! Well, use thy conscience: I thanke God I stand in neede of no such trifles. I have another jewell heere which I found in the Princes pocket when I chang'd apparell with him; that will I make money of, and go to the jeweller that bought the cup of mee. Farewell: if God put in thy mind to pay me, so; if not, so. [Exit.
Han. O brave free-harted slave, he has the laske of mind upon him.
Lass. What speech is this that interrupts my rest? Who have we heere?
Han. Sometime a serving man, and so were yee, Both now jolly gentlemen you see.