Raphael. Hearst thou this?
Treadway. Yes[54] and comende it in her, if that toonge, Even from his fyrst of speakinge traind to lye, Can now at lengthe speake truth.
Clowne. Ay theres the dowbt.
Sarly. This too yeares I have quested to his howse, And knwe all this most certeine.
Raphael. Witnes too.
Mildewe. I doo protest she spoyles my family
And rather growne a hyndrance to my trade
Then benefitt; so that, if not to losse,
I wishe that I were clerly ridd of her,
For shee hathe gott a trick to[55] my whores;
And such as of themselves are impudent,
When shee but coms in presens she makes blushe,
As if ashamd of what they late had doon
Or are about to doo.
Clowne. Well sayde, ould sinner.
Raphael. See, heeres the sum, 3 hundred crownes.
Mildewe. O'th somme.
Raphael. All currant and full weight.