[The three Lords go together and whisper, and call DILIGENCE.
DILIGENCE goes out for a marking-iron, and returns.
FRAUD.
How now, my hearts, think ye we shall speed? [Aside.
POLICY.
Diligence, come hither.
USURY.
I cannot tell what you shall, but I am sure I shall. [Aside.
DISSIMULATION.
I am as like as any of ye both.
USURY.
Fraud!
DISSIMULATION.
Whist, man; he's Skill. [Aside.
USURY.
Skill, why dost thou seek to serve Lady Love?
What profit will that be?
FRAUD. Tut, hold thee content: I'll serve but a while, and serve mine own turn, and away.
POMP. Master Usury, come hither. You desire to serve me: you have done Lady Lucre good service, you say, but it was against God and Conscience you did it: neither ever in your life did ye anything for Love. Well, to be short, serve me you shall not; and I would I could banish you from London for ever, or keep you close prisoner; but that is not in me; but what is, or may be, that straight you shall see. By Policy's counsel this shall be done. Diligence, bring that iron. Help me, my lords[280].