WILL CRICKET. Marry, to pretty Peg, Mistress Lelia's nurse's daughter. O, 'tis the dapp'rest wench that ever danced after a tabor and pipe—
For she will so heel it,
And toe it, and trip it;—
O, her buttocks will quake like a custard.
PETER PLOD-ALL.
Why, William, when were you with her?
WILL CRICKET. O Peter, does your mouth water at that? Truly, I was never with her; but I know I shall speed: 'for t'other day she looked on me and laughed, and that's a good sign, ye know. And therefore, old Silver-top, never talk of charging or discharging: for I tell you, I am my father's heir; and if you discharge me, I'll discharge my pestilence at you: for to let my house before my lease be out, is cut-throatery; and to scrape for more rent, is poll-dennery;[143] and so fare you well, good grandsire Usury. Come, father, let's be gone.
[Exeunt WILL and his father.
PLOD-ALL. Well, I'll make the beggarly knaves to pack for this: I'll have it every cross, income and rent too.
Enter CHURMS with a letter.
But stay, here comes one. O, 'tis Master Churms: I hope he brings me some good news. Master Churms, you're well-met; I am e'en almost starved for money: you must take some damnable course with my tenants; they'll not pay.
CHURMS. Faith, sir, they are grown to be captious knaves: but I'll move them with a habeas corpus.
PLOD-ALL. Do, good Master Churms, or use any other villanous course shall please you. But what news abroad?