Adul. So long as shall please God to give me life and heale,
I shall most duly serve God and the Commonweal.
Now to thee, Avarice; have at thy petticoat!
Nem. Now the plague of commonweals, as all men do note:
Come forth, Avarice! to spare thee will be no boot;
Thou must be plucked up, e'en by the very root,
Because thou scraped'st up whatever thou might'st get.
Avar. Indeed, I thank God there is no man in my debt!
Nem. And, because thou caught'st it by wrong contribution,
Thou shalt first and foremost make restitution.
Avar. Let me then, with pardon, go hence about it lightly.
Nem. No! ye shall have help to see it done uprightly.
People, take this fellow—
Avar. God save me from this plunge!
Nem. —that he may be pressed as men do press a sponge;
That he may drop aught, t' every man his lot,
To the utmost farthing that he hath falsely got.
People. An ye bid me, chill squeeze him as dry as a kyx.
Avar. Nay, the pash of God! I shall then die of the flix.