Enter USURY.
USURY.
O, have I caught your old grey beard? you be the man whom the people
so praise:
You are a frank gentleman, and full of liberality.
Why, who had all the praise in London or England, but Master Hospitality?
But I'll master you now, I'll hold you a groat.
HOSPITALITY.
What, will you kill me?
USURY.
No; I'll do nothing but cut thy throat.
HOSPITALITY.
O help, help, help for God's sake!
Enter CONSCIENCE, running apace.
CONSCIENCE.
What lamentable cry was that I heard one make?
HOSPITALITY.
O Lady Conscience! now or never help me.
CONSCIENCE.
Why, what wilt thou do with him, Usury?
USURY.
What will I do with him? marry, cut his throat, and then no more.