LUCRE.
Methought I heard one cry brooms along the door.
USURY. Ay, marry, madam; it was Conscience, who seems to be offended at me very sore.
LUCRE.
Alas, Conscience! art thou become a poor broom-wife?
CONSCIENCE.
Alas, Lucre! wilt thou continue a harlot all [the] days of thy life?
LUCRE.
Alas! I think it is a grief to thee that thou art so poor.
CONSCIENCE. Alas, Lucre! I think it is no pain to thee, that thou still playest the whore.
LUCRE.
Well, well, Conscience, that sharp tongue of thine hath not been
thy furtherance:
If thou hadst kept thy tongue, thou hadst kept thy friend, and not
have had such hindrance.
But wottest thou who shall be married tomorrow?
Love with my Dissimulation;
For, I think, to bid the guests they are by this time wellnigh gone;
And having occasion to buy brooms, I care not if I buy them all.
CONSCIENCE.
Then, give me a shilling, and with a goodwill have them you shall.
LUCRE.
Usury, carry in these brooms, and give them to the maid,
For I know of such store she will be well apaid.
[Exit USURY with the brooms.