Adul. Hast thou so indeed? thou art a fellow alone.
Avar. With old angelots and Edwardes I think I have.
Come forth! how say ye, sir? peep out, ye little knave!
How think you by this bunting? is he full or no?
And his fellows all, doth not their skin stretch for woe?
Now these little buttons, no bigger than two nuts,
Have they not played gluttons, and filled well their guts?
Adul. But look! who cometh yonder, puffing and tuffing?
Avar. Come the devil, if him lust, staring and snuffing!
ACTUS TERTII, SCENA QUINTA.
Oppression. Avarice. Adulation.
Oppr. In all my whole life was I never wearier.
Avar. Come near, on God's half! the mo knaves, the merrier!
Where have ye lost your breath? in some coffer diving?
Oppr. Shouldering among them for a piece of a living.
Adul. And what, are you now in any good hope to thrive?