Had. Now, Master Parson, we will no further trouble you; and, for the tying of our true love-knot, here's a small amends.
Priest. 'Tis more than due, sir; yet I'll take it all.
Should kindness be despis'd, goodwill would fall
Unto a lower ebb, should we detest
The grateful giver's gift, verissimo est.
Had. It's true, indeed; good morrow, honest parson.
Priest. Yet, if you please, sir John will back surrender
The overplus of what you now did tender.
Had. O, by no means; I prythee, friend, good morrow.
Light. Why. if you please, sir John, to me restore
The overplus: I'll give it to the poor.
Priest. O, pardon, sir, for, by your worship's leave,
We ought to give from whence we do receive.
Had. Why, then, to me, sir John.
Priest. To all a kind good-morrow.
[Exit Priest.