Scena. 1.
Anamnestes. With a purse in his hand.
Ana.
Forsooth Obliuio shut the dore vpon me I could come
no sooner, ha? is he not here? O excellent. Would I were hangd
but I lookt for a sound rappe on the pate and that made me before
hand to lift vp this excuse for a Buckler, I know hee's not at
court, for here is his purse without which warrant theres no coming
thither, wherefore now Anamnestes sport thy selfe a little,
while thou art out of the prison of his company. What shall I
do? by my troth anatomize his purse in his absence. Plutus send
there be Iewells in it, that I may finely geld it of the stones—
The best sure lies in the bottome—poxt ont heres nothing but
a company of worme eaten papers; whats this? Memorandum
that Maister Prodigo owes mee foure thousand pounds and that
his lands are in pawne for it: Memorandum that I owe; that hee
owes? tis well the olde slaue hath some care of his credit, to
whom owes he trow I? that I owe Anamnestes? What me? I neuer
lent him any thinke; ha this is good, thers som-thing comming
to me, more then I look'd for. Come on, what ist, Memorandum
that I owe Anamnestes—a breeching; I faith Sir I
will ease you of that paiment
(He rendes the bill)
Memorandum
that when I was a childe Robusto tript vp my heeles at
foot-bale: what a Reuengfull dizard's this?
