Sweat. Look yonder, if the ungracious rascal be not coming hither betwixt two serjeants: he thinks, belike, that we'll relieve him; let us go in and clap the doors against him.
Purse. It is the best course, Mistress Tickleman.
Tickle. But I say no, you shall not stir a foot;
For I will talk with him.
Spend. Nan, I am come,
Even in the minute that thou didst profess
Kindness unto me, to make trial of it.
Adversity, thou seest, lays hands upon me:
But forty shillings will deliver me.
Tickle. Why, you impudent rogue, do you come to me for money?
Or do I know you? what acquaintance, pray,
Hath ever pass'd betwixt yourself and me?
Ser. Zounds, do you mock us, to bring us to these women, that do not know you?
Sweat. Yes, in good sooth (officers, I take't you are)
He's a mere stranger here; only in charity
Sometimes we have reliev'd him with a meal.
Spend. This is not earnest in you? Come, I know,
My gifts and bounty cannot so soon be buried.
Go, prythee, fetch forty shillings.
Tickle. Talk not to me, you slave, of forty shillings;
For by this light that shines, ask it again,
I'll send my knife of an errand in your guts.
A shameless rogue, to come to me for money!
Sweat. Is he your prisoner, gentlemen?