LUCRE.
Of Fraud! Indeed by speech it should be he.
Fraud, what seekest thou?
FRAUD.
Lucre, to honour thee with wit, with worth, with all I have;
To be thy servant, as I was before,
To get thee clothes, and what thou wantest else.
LUCRE.
No, Fraud, farewell: I must be won no more
To keep such servants as I kept before.
SIMONY.
Sweet Lady Lucre, me thou mayest accept.
LUCRE.
How art thou called?
SIMONY.
Simony.
LUCRE.
Aye? No, sir; Conscience saith.
CONSCIENCE.
No; Lucre now beware, false not thy faith,
For Simony's subject to perpetual curse.
DISSIMULATION.
As you two have sped, I would desire to speed no worse.
FRAUD.
Make you a suit: you may chance to speed better.