EQ. It shall be done, madam.
SHER. Then, madam, I pray you, appoint some officer to take the money,
That I may return again with Equity.
VIR. Let it be delivered to my steward Liberality.
[Exeunt.
LIB. What, Money? how come you to be so fat and foggy?
MON. Surely, sir, by the old chuff, that miser Tenacity.
LIB. How so?
MON. He would never let me abroad to go,
But lock'd me up in coffers, or in bags bound me fast,
That, like a boar in a sty, he fed me at last,
Thus Tenacity did spoil me for want of exercise:
But Prodigality, clean contrariwise,
Did toss me and fleece me, so bare and so thin,
That he left nothing on me but very bone and skin.
LIB. Well, Money, will you bide with him that can devise
To rid you and keep you from these extremities?
MON. Who is that?