HONESTY. God save her, sirs, and her good friends; her is a poor Welshman, come as far as Carnarvon, in Wales, to receive a little money, and here a has paid her I cannot tell what. [To BROKER.] Here, you master; what, is it not brass money?
BROKER.
No, honest fellow; 'tis a good angel in gold.
HONESTY.
Who told him my name? [Aside.]
Hear you, master: a has a great deal more in her bosom, but a will
take her leave.
CONEYCATCHER.
Nay, stay and dine with me.
I must fetch him over for all his gold. [Aside.]
HONESTY.
Marry, I thank her, good master: I will wait upon her, I warrant you.
BROKER.
Now, sir, have you seal'd and subscribed?
GENTLEMAN.
I have, sir.
BROKER.
And you deliver this as your deed to my use?
GENTLEMAN.
With all my heart, sir; and hope you will use me well.
BROKER.
We will talk of that another time: here is your money.