Prate. Bear it till your bones ache, I tell you; I cannot bear it now, I am for new business.
Drap and Vel. Yet the old should be despatched; it was first paid for.
Prate. If you be gentlemen, do not make me mad.
Drap and Vel. Sir, our suits are of great weight.
Prate. If you be Christians, do not make me an atheist. I shall profane if you vex me thus.
Enter the Lord Mechant.
What, more vexation? My lord, my lord, save your breath for your broth; I am not now at leisure to attend you.
Mech. A word, good master orator.
Prate. Not a word, I beseech your lordship. I am for the king's business; you must attend me at my chamber. [Exit Prate.