DUKE.
Thou shalt not be the worse for me; there's gold.
CLOWN. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would you could make it another.
DUKE.
O, you give me ill counsel.
CLOWN. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.
DUKE. Well, I will be so much a sinner to be a double-dealer; there's another.
CLOWN. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old saying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, sir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of Saint Bennet, sir, may put you in mind; one, two, three.
DUKE. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.
CLOWN. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again. I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon.
[Exit.]
VIOLA.
Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.