Purse. My hand is at thy service, noble Brutus.
Spend. There's for your kindness, Master Blank.
Blank. I thank you, sir.
Spend. There's for your pains.
[To Servant.]
Ser. I thank you, sir.
[Exit.]
Blank. I'll take my leave of you.[176]
Spend. What, must you be gone too, Master Blank?
Blank. Yes, indeed, sir; I must to the Exchange.
[Exit.
Spend. Farewell to both. Pursenet,
Take that twenty pounds, and give it Mistress Sweatman:
Bid her pay her landlord and apothecary,
And let her butcher and her baker stay;
They're honest men, and I'll take order with them.
Purse. The butcher and the baker then shall stay.