[SCENE 4.]
Enter Hatto, with three petitioners.
Hat. How now, my friends, what are you?
1. Poore petitioners.
Hat. Stand farther then, the poore is as unpleasing Unto me as the plague.
2. An't please your good Lordship, I am a Merchant, and gladly would convay a thousand quarters of wheate and other graine over the sea; and heres a hundred pounds for a commission.
Hat. Thou art no beggar, thou shalt ha't, my friend; Give me thy money.
3. I, an't please your honour, have a commoditie of good broad cloth, not past two hundred; may I shippe them over? and theres a hundred poundes.
Hat. Thou shalt have leave.
1. Although I seeme a poore petitioner,
My Lord, I crave a warrant to transport[188]
A hundred Cannons, fiftie Culverings,
With some slight armours, halberts, and halfe pikes;
And theres as much as any of the rest.