Enter LADY LUCRE.
USURY.
I pray thee do, for thou art the likeliest to speed.
DISSIMULATION.
Why then I'll tout with a stomach in hope of good speed.
Fair lady, all the gods of good fellowship kiss ye—would say bless ye—
LUCRE.
Thou art very pleasant, and full of thy rope-ripe—I would say rethoric.
DISSIMULATION.
Lady, you took me at the worst: I beseech you therefore
To pardon my boldness, offending no more.
LUCRE.
We do; the matter is not great, but what wouldest thou have?
How shall I call thee, and what is't thou dost crave?
DISSIMULATION.
I am called Dissimulation, and my earnest request
Is to crave entertainment for me and the rest,
Whose names are Fraud, Usury, and Simony,
Great carers for your health, wealth, and prosperity.
LUCRE.
Fraud, Dissimulation, Usury, and Simony,
Now truly I thank you for proffering your service to me;
You are all heartily welcome, and I will appoint straightway,
Where each one in his office in great honour shall stay.
But, Usury, didst thou never know my grandmother, the old Lady
Lucre of Venice?
USURY.
Yes, madam; I was servant unto her, and lived there in bliss.
LUCRE.
But why camest thou into England, seeing Venice is a city,
Where Usury by Lucre may live in great glory?