The fifth Scene.
To him Squirrell.
Oh Monsieur help me. Me go to de Constable, and de bedle sall
vip for dis.
Squirrell unbinds him.
Squi.
What's here? how came you bound? Not for any
good behaviour.
Kick.
De reefes kill me and rob me. Fetch a me cloak, me go
to de Justice and his clerk. Fetch a me cloak I say.
Squi.
Presently sir. But now I have releast you, who shall
pay the reckoning? 'tis five shillings you and your company
have had in wine.
Kick.
Oh Diable! me no drink vine: De teefe leave me no
vine penny.
Squi.
Your cloak then shall be your surety: it shall be forth
comming when you please to release it.
Kick.
I say vill have a me cloak.
Squi.
Not till you have payd the reckoning. I am not to take
notice of all mens behaviour; if you admit of company and they
abuse you, you must suffer for it. I meane not sir to be over-reach't
with any of your French cheats.
Kick.
Is English cheat to send me no vench—but my cloak.
Squi.
Not without the reckoning.
Kick.
Me must den valke in quirpo.
Squi.
A fashion of your own, and apt to be followed upon
the like occasion.
Kick.
Me sall fetch de Magistrate.
Exit.
Squi.
Even whom you please. My correspondence with these
Blades and wenches helpes me and themselves to many such purchases,
yet still my house is honest. Though many will say,
No matter how so they have comming in,
And sin thrives best that is maintain'd by sin.
Exit.
