Avar. Pardon me! and I will make my confession:
The world is hard, and the bag is but very small;
I got it where I could, to go on beg[ging] withal—
A plain true dealing man that loveth not to steal;
And I durst not be bold to crave of commonweal.
Ver. Now, do off thy gown, and turn the inside outward!
Aver. Let me alone, and an angel for a reward!
Ver. Come, off at once! when? come off! no more gaudies [n]or japes.
Avar. Must I needs whip over the chain like Jack-a-napes?
Resp. Out! in the virtue of God! what do ye here see?
Avar. All this had been lost, Respublica, but for me!
Resp. O Lord! where hast thou dragged up all these purses?
Ver. Where he hath had for them many thousand curses.
Resp. Where hast thou gotten them? tell truth, and do not lie!