VAN. I fear me you will spend him too fast away.
TEN. Ho, ho, ho, ho! dost thou vear that, friend Fanity?
Shalt not need, man, chill keep him safe, che warrant thee.
O, that chad him in my clutches, shouldst see, I trow,
Whether chud keep him vast and safe, or no.
I pray thee, good sweet Master Fanity,
Speak one good word for poor Tenacity.
VAN. And dost thou indeed so well love money?
TEN. Do my wife's bees at home, think'st thou, love honey?
VAN. What wouldst thou do with it?
TEN. [Hesitating.] Chud, chud, chud, chud—
VAN. Chud, chud! what chud?
TEN. Chud—do no harm at all.
VAN. No, nor much good, I think, to great nor small.
But well, put case, I procure thee to speed,
You will remember your promise that I shall be fee'd.
TEN. God's vast, man, yea, chill do it, chill do it.