ACTUS TERTII, SCENA SEXTA.
Insolence. Adulation. Oppression. Avarice.
Insol. What, mine old friends, all three? by my truth, sirs, well found!
Adul. and Oppr. Faith, sir! most heartily welcome into this ground.
Insol. Bones! what have we here?
Avar. Aha!
Insol. Bags of money, I trow!
Avar. Have we? Nay! I have; but none for you, that I know!
Lo, sir! thus might an honest man come to his harms;
I will lie down on them, and keep them in mine arms.
Insol. Hast thou got all this? I myself have not so much.
Avar. Then have ye whole towns and castles; I have none such.
Yet will ye not deny, I judge, in my fancy,
That ye got them by the drift of me, Policy.