Hog. Then you'll seal for this small lordship, you say? To-morrow your money shall be rightly told up for you to a penny.
Light. I pray, let it, and that your man may set contents upon every bag.
Had. Indeed, by that we may know what we steal, without labour for the telling on't over. [Aside.] How now, gentlemen, are ye agreed upon the price of this earth and clay?
Hog. Yes, faith, Master Haddit, the gentleman your friend here makes me pay sweetly for't; but let it go, I hope to inherit heaven, if it be but for doing gentlemen pleasure.
Hog. Peter!
P. Ser. Anon, sir.
Hog. I wonder how Haddit came by that gay suit of clothes; all his means were consumed long since.
P. Ser. Why, sir, being undone himself, he lives by the undoing, or (by Lady!) it may be by the doing, of others—or peradventure both. A decayed gallant may live by anything, if he keep one thing safe.
Hog. Gentlemen, I'll to the scrivener's, to cause these writings to be drawn.
Light. Pray do, sir; we'll now leave you till the morning.