Resp. I see him yonder appear; this cometh well to pass.
People. Is this same he?
Resp. Yea!
People. An ich heard not you zo zai
Chould zware a had be dead, or else clean run away!
ACTUS QUARTI, SCENA TERTIA.
[Avarice.] Respublica. People.
Avarice. O most noble lady! that I have not, of late,
Made to you relation how ye stand in state,
Hath not been of negligence, nor to wo[r]k by stealth;
But of my deep studies, devising for your wealth.
Resp. To hear the truth thereof, I wished you to see.
People. Doth you stud your brains, mas gentman!—pray you tell me!—
For our lady Ricepudding-cake's commodity?