Oppr. Each man snatch for himself; by gosse! I will be sped.
Avar. Lack who lack shall: Oppression will be corn fed!
Is not Dame Respublica sure of good handling
When these whelps, ere they have it, fall thus to scambling?
And me, their chief founder, they have e'en since forgot.
Insol. Thou shalt have gold and silver enough to thy lot:
Respublica hath enough to fill all our laps.
Adul. Then, I pray you, sir! let our founder have some scraps!
Avar. Scr[a]ps? ye doltish lout! feed you your founder with scraps?
If you were well served your head would have some raps.
Adul. I spake of good will.
Insol. Nay, fight not, good Avarice!
Oppr. What any of us getteth, thou hast the chief price.
Avar. Then, whatever ye do, ye will remember me?
Insol. Oppr. Adul. Yea!