MECH. Nay more, if thou stick in any bog, and by a trick seek to wind out, I will discover you.
ALPH. This conjuration (believe it, my lord), shall make me leap out of all fetters, and briefly thus: I have long time loved the fair wife of the orator, and, having no opportunity but his absence at the senate, I took that season; he, out of negligence, omitting his papers, returned unseasonably, found me [clothed] insufficiently, and forced to take sanctuary strangely, which, however, I purchased; yet he found mine apparel, and mistaken in the tenure, reached it presently, put it on immediately; and now in the senate-house is pleading in it seriously.
CYP. I cannot blame him, you having got so much within his inward garment.
MECH. Of all which, my lord, I being, in a strict conceit, a bawdy witness, and having, both from the orator's scorns and delays received many indignities, thought by this discovery to cry quittance with my proud enemy.
CYP. And you have amply done it; yet this jest So perfect doth deserve more memory. Florio, go bid the orator attend us presently. [_Exit_ FLORIO. And now to you, Drap and Velours, I did Refer you long since to the orator. Yet I note your attention: come, there is Some too close-fisted hardness in your hearts: You gripe too hard, your bribes will not disburse: Come, tell me truly, as you look for heaven, What must you pay for your despatches?
DRAP _and_ VEL. A thousand crowns we oft'er'd willingly.
CYP. And will your suit avail with such disbursement?
DRAP _and_ VEL. It will, and we most richly satisfied.
DRAP _and_ VEL. With all our hearts, and be full-joy'd thereat; Here are the crowns.
See, here comes the orator. Prate, come hither; These gentlemen, whom long since I referr'd To your despatches, are yet unsatisfied.
CYP. ----I know, employs you, yet there's many minutes May give your best cares leisure; come, there is Some odd disburse, some bribe, some gratulance, Which makes you lock up leisure; come, tell true, What bribe must they give, what is your utmost price?
PRATE. But five hundred crowns, of my best conscience.
CYP. Tut, it is nothing, hold, here's the coin, And let them have their patents presently: Or look to lose both place and sovereignty.