Oppr. Faith! if I lust, I may wear mitres four or five;
I have so many half bishoprics, at the least.
Adul. By th' arms of Calais! then am I a very beast.
Avar. Why, what hast thou gotten to thy share in this space?
Adul. Three hundred pound by the year, and one manor place.
Avar. Ah, the passion of God! three hundred pound! and no more?
Adul. Is not that fair for him that had nothing before?
Avar. What, three hundred pound by years! call thee Honesty?
Call thee a knave! thou shamest our fraternity!
Three hundred pound! if some man had been in thy room,
A thousand pound a year, ere this time, might have come.
Three hundred pound a year! against our next meeting
Get more! or, I shall give a homely greeting.
Adul. He here hath flitched the bishoprics already.
Avar. Yea! I can him thank; he hath been somewhat speedy.
Oppr. But yet have I left many a good gobbet loose:
Change thou for the rest! give a feather for a goose!