GENTLEMAN.
I thank you, sir: I'll be gone.
CONEYCATCHER.
Hear you, sir; was not this bravely done? [Aside.]
GENTLEMAN.
Excellent: hold, here is forty pound, as I promised thee.
CONEYCATCHER. I thank you, sir. Do you hear, sir, you have got a thousand pound by the bargain; but much good may it do you. [Exit.
BROKER.
God-a-mercy; and here's forty pound for thy pains.
Such another match, and I'll give thee a hundred pound.
[Exit.
CONEYCATCHER.
I thank you, sir, God b'w'y'. Now to my Welshman.
Sirrah, let me see thy piece of gold;
I'll tell thee whether it be weight or no.
Hast thou any more? I'll give thee white money for it.
HONESTY.
Yes, a has a great deal more in her bosom,
But a will have no whit' money: O, a loves red money.
CONEYCATCHER.
Well, I'll keep them for thee, till thou come to my house.
HONESTY.
Why, Cutbert, wilt thou never leave thy old knavery?
Why, we should gree together like bells,
If thou wert but hanged first.
Why, we are as near kin together
As the cates[299] of Banbury be to the bells of Lincoln.
Why, man, we are all birds of a feather,
And whosoever says nay, we will hold together.
Come, you mad slave, thou dost not know me.
Tush! I have done many better tricks than this.
CONEYCATCHER.
Why, you base slave, take you me for your fellow?
Why, I am of good reputation in the city,
And held in account with the best.