SIMPLICITY.
Nay, good Master Usury, take all my goods, and let me go.
Enter FRAUD, DISSIMULATION, SIMONY, in canvas coats like sailors.
FRAUD.
What's the matter, Usury, that this poor knave cries so?
SIMPLICITY.
O Master Fraud! speak to him to let me go.
FRAUD. Fraud, ye villain! call me not by my name, and ye shall see I will speak to him to let you go free. [Aside.] Usury, of all old fellowship, let this poor knave pack, if the matter be not too heinous.
USURY. No: fie! his fault is odious. Look here what stuff he would utter for gold: flat copper; and he say'th he bought them of an old Frenchman.
FRAUD.
But thou didst not sell them, didst thou?
SIMPLICITY.
No, sir; I would have but laid them to pawn for five pounds to him.
FRAUD.
That was more than they were worth. I promise thee, a foul matter.
Well, thou must lose thy ware, and be glad to escape: so, Usury,
at my request ye shall let the poor man go.
USURY. Well, for this once I will. Sirrah, get ye packing, and take heed of such a piece of work again, while ye live.