Wal. What else? what lands? what debts? what will you do?
Have you our land in mortgage for your money?
Nay, since 'tis so, we owe you not a penny.
Fret not, fume not, never bend the brow:
You take ten in the hundred more than law.
We can complain—extortion—simony—
Newgate hath room, there's law enough in England.
Heigh. Prythee, have done.
Wal. Prythee me no prythees.
Here is my wife! 'sblood, touch her, if thou dar'st.
Hear'st thou, I'll lie with her before thy face
Against the Cross in Cheap—here—anywhere,
What, you old crafty fox, you—
Heigh. Ned, stop there.
Pis. Nay, nay, speak out; bear witness, gentlemen.
Where's Mouche? charge my musket! bring me my bill!
For here are some that mean to rob thy master.
Enter Anthony.
I am a fox with you; well, Jack-sauce,
Beware, lest for a goose I prey on you.
[Exeunt Pisaro and daughters.
In, baggages! Mouche, make fast the door.
Wal. A vengeance on ill luck!