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 'Tis not 500 Crownes that I esteeme, I am not mov'd at that: this angers me, That he who knowes I love him as my selfe Should write in this imperious vaine? why Sir, You know I have no childe, and unto whom Should I leave all but unto Ithimore?

Pil. Here's many words but no crownes; the crownes.

Bar. Commend me to him, Sir, most humbly, And unto your good mistris as unknowne.

Pil. Speake, shall I have 'um, Sir?

Bar. Sir here they are. Oh that I should part with so much gold! Here take 'em, fellow, with as good a will As I wud see thee hang'd; oh, love stops my breath: Never lov'd man servant as I doe Ithimore.

Pil. I know it, Sir.

Bar. Pray when, Sir, shall I see you at my house?

Pil. Soone enough to your cost, Sir: Fare you well.

Bar. Nay to thine owne cost, villaine, if thou com'st. Was ever Jew tormented as I am? To have a shag-rag knave to come 300 Crownes, and then 500 Crownes? Well, I must seeke a meanes to rid 'em all, And presently: for in his villany He will tell all he knowes and I shall dye for't. I have it. I will in some disguize goe see the slave, And how the villaine revels with my gold.

Curt. I'le pledge thee, love, and therefore drinke it off.

Ith. Saist thou me so? have at it; and doe you heare? Curt. Goe to, it shall be so.

Ith. Of that condition I wil drink it up; here's to thee.

Pil. Nay, I'le have all or none.

Ith. There, if thou lov'st me doe not leave a drop.

Curt. Love thee, fill me three glasses.

Ith. Three and fifty dozen, I'le pledge thee,