LUCRE.
Come hither, Dissimulation, and hie you hence, so fast as you may,
And help thy fellow Usury to convey himself out of the way:
Further will the justices, if they chance to see him, not to know him,
Or know[ing] him, not by any means to hinder him;
And they shall command thrice so much at my hand.
Go trudge, run; out, away: how? dost thou stand!
DISSIMULATION.
Nay, good lady, send my fellow Simony;
For I have an earnest suit to ye.
LUCRE.
Then, Simony, go, do what I have will'd.
SIMONY. I run, Madam: your mind shall be fulfilled. [Exit.
CONSCIENCE.
Well, well, Lucre, Audeo et taceo: I see and say nothing;
But I fear the plague of God on thy head it will bring.
DISSIMULATION.
Good lady, grant that love be your waiting-maid.
For I think, being brought so low, she will be well apaid.
LUCRE.
Speakest thou in good earnest, or dost thou but dissemble?
I know not how to have thee, thou art so variable.
DISSIMULATION.
Lady, though my name be Dissimulation, yet I speak bonâ fide now.
If it please you my petitions to allow.
Enter SIMONY.
LUCRE.
Stand by: I'll answer thee anon. What news, Simony,
Bringest thou of thy fellow Usury?