BUT. I'll stay his journey, lest I meet a hanging.
[Exeunt.
Enter SCARBOROW.
SCAR. I'll parley with the devil: ay, I will,
He gives his counsel freely, and the cause
He for his clients pleads goes always with them:
He in my cause shall deal then; and I'll ask him
Whether a cormorant may have stuff'd chests,
And see his brother starve? why, he'll say, ay[433],
The less they give, the more I gain thereby;
Enter BUTLER.
Their souls, their souls, their souls.
How now, master? nay, you are my master;
Is my wife's sheets warm? does she kiss well?
BUT. Good sir.
SCAR. Foh! make't not strange, for in these days,
There's many men lie in their masters' sheets,
And so may you in mine, and yet—your business, sir?
BUT. There's one in civil habit, sir, would speak with you.
SCAR. In civil habit?