Part 100 (2/2)

CARE. A tailor! Hast thou a stout faith?

TAI. I have had, an't like your wors.h.i.+p; but now I am in despair.

CARE. Why, then, thou art d.a.m.ned. Go, go home, and throw thyself into thine own h.e.l.l; it is the next way to the other.

TAI. I hope your wors.h.i.+p is not displeased.

CARE. What dost do here? A tailor without faith! Dost come to take measure of ours?

TAI. No; I come to speak with one Master Jolly, a courtier; a very fine-spoken gentleman and a just counter, but one of the worst paymasters in the world.

WILD. As thou lov'st me, let's keep him here till he comes, and make him valiant with sack, that he may urge him till he beats him. We shall have the sport, and be revenged upon the rogue for dunning a gentleman in a tavern.

[_Aside_.

CARE. I'll charge him. Here, drink, poor fellow, and stay in the next room till he comes.

TAI. I thank your wors.h.i.+p, but I'm fasting; and if it please your wors.h.i.+p to call for a dozen of manchets, that I may eat a crust first, then I'll be bold with a gla.s.s of your sack.

WILD. Here, here, drink. In the meantime, fetch him some bread.

TAI. Will your wors.h.i.+p have me drink all this vessel of sack?

CARE. Yes, yes, off with't: 'twill do you no harm.

[_The_ Tailor _drinks_.

WILD. Why do you not take some order with that Jolly, to make him pay thee?

TAI. I have pet.i.tioned him often, but can do no good.

CARE. A pox upon him! Pet.i.tion him! his heart is hardened to ill.

Threaten to arrest him: nothing but a sergeant can touch his conscience.

TAI. Truly, gentlemen I have reason to be angry, for he uses me ill when I ask him for my money.

JOLLY. [_Speaking within._] Where is Master Wild and Master Careless?

TAI. I hear his voice.

JOLLY. Let the coach stay. How now, who would he speak with?

_Enter_ JOLLY.

WILD. Do not you know?

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