USURY.
I will clothe her straight.
[USURY takes FRAUD'S cloak, and casts it on CONSCIENCE.
SIMPLICITY.
Will you, Master Usury? that's honestly spoke.
Ha! that's no gramercy to clothe her with another man's cloak;
But I see you have a craft in the doing, Master Usury:
Usury covers Conscience with Fraud's cloak very cunningly.
CONSCIENCE.
Alas! who loads my shoulders with this heavy weed?
Fie! how it stinks: this is perfum'd indeed.
FRAUD.
Marry, gup, Goody Conscience! indeed I do you wrong,
But I'll quickly right it; my cloak shall not cumber you long.
USURY.
All this while Lucre knows not I am here,
But now will I to her; mark how I speed!
Lady, the fairest that Nature ever form'd,
Loadstone of love, that draws affection's darts,
The only object of all humane eyes,
And sole desired dainty of the world,
Thy vassal here, a virtue in thy need,
Whom thou by licence of the law may'st use,
Tenders himself and all his services
To do thy will in duty as 'tofore,
Glad of thy freedom as his proper life.
SIMPLICITY. Lady Lucre, you love an apple: take heed the caterpillar consume not your fruit.
LUCRE.
Who is it that maketh this latest suit?
SIMPLICITY.
'Tis Usury. [Aloud in her ear.
LUCRE.
Great is the service he hath done for me;
But, Usury, now I may not deal with thee.