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Scena tertia.
Enter Serjeants, Fortune, Hoyst, Penurie.Fortune.
At M. Lukes suite? the action twenty thousand?
1 Serjeant.
With two or three executions, which shall grind
You to powder when we have you in the Counter.
Fortune.
Thou dost belie him varlet. He, good gentleman,
Will weep when he hears how we are us'd.
1 Serjeant.
Yes milstones.
Penurie.
He promis'd to lend me ten pound for a bargain,
He will not do it this way.
2 Serjeant.
I have warrant
For what I have done. You are a poor fellow,
And there being little to be got by you,
In charity, as I am an officer,
I would not have seen you, but upon compulsion,
And for mine own security.
3 Serjeant.
You are a gallant,
And I do you a courtesie; provided
That you have mony. For a piece an hour
I'le keep you in the house, till you send for bail.
2 Serjeant.
In the mean time yeoman run to the other Counter,
And search if there be ought else out against him.
3 Serjant.
That Done, haste to his creditors. Hee's a prize,
And as we are City pirates by our oaths,
We must make the best on't.
Hoyst.
Do your worst, I care not.
I'le be remov'd to the Fleet, and drink and drabbe there
In spite of your teeth. I now repent I ever
Intended to be honest
Enter Luke.
3 Serjeant.
Here he comes
You had best tell so.
Fortune.
Worshipfull Sir,
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I know you gave no way to't.
Penurie.
Or if you did,
'Twas but to try our patience.
Hoyst.
I must tell you
I do not like such trialls.
Luke.
Are you Serjeants
Acquainted with the danger of a rescue,
Yet stand here prating in the street. The Counter
Is a safer place to parly in.
Fortune.
Are you in earnest?
Luke.
Yes faith, I will be satsfi'd to a token,
Or build upon't you rott there.
Fortune.
Can a gentleman,
Of your soft and silken temper, speak such language?
Penurie.
So honest, so religious.
Hoyst.
That preach'd
So much of charity for us to your brother?
Luke.
Yes when I was in poverty it shew'd well,
But I inherite with his state, his minde,
And rougher nature. I grant, then I talk'd
For some ends to my self conceal'd, of pitie,
The poor mans orisons; and such like nothing.
But what I thought you all shall feel, and with rigor.
Kind M. Luke saies it. who paies for your attendance?
Do you wait gratis?
Fortune.
Hear us speak.
Luke.
While I,
Like the Adder stop mine ears. Or did I listen,
Though you spake with the tongues of Angels to me
I am not to be alter'd.
Fortune.
Let me make the best
Of my shippes, and their fraight.
Penurie.
Lend me the ten pounds you promis'd.
Hoyst.
A day or two's patience to redeem my morgage,
And you shall be satisfi'd.
Fortune.
To the utmost farthing.
Luke.
I'le shew some mercie; which is, that I will not
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What you shall trust to. Your Ships to my use
Are seized on. I have got into my hands
Your bargains from the Sailor, 'twas a good one
For such a petty summ. I will likewise take
The extremity of your Morgage, and the forfeit
Of your several Bonds, the use, and principle
Shall not serve. Think of the basket, wretches,
And a Coal-sack for a winding-sheet.
Fortune.
Broker.
Hoyst.
Iew.
Fortune.
Imposer.
Hoyst.
Cut-throat.
Fortune.
Hypocrite.
Luke.
Do, rayle on.
Move mountaines with your breath, it shakes not me.
Penurie.
On my knees I beg compassion. my wife and children
Shall hourly pray for your worship.
Fortune.
Mine betake thee
To the Devil thy tutor.
Penurie.
Look upon my tears.
Hoyst.
My rage.
Fortune.
My wrongs.
Luke.
They are all a like to me.
Intreats, curses, prayers, or imprecations.
Exit Luke.
Doe your duties Serjants, I am else where look'd for.
3. Serjant.
This your kind creditor?
2. Serjant.
A vast villan rather.
Penurie.
See, see, the Serjeants pitie us. Yet hee's marble.
Hoist.
Buried alive!
Fortune.
There's no meanes to avoid it.
Exeunt.
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