_And._ The worse luck, Jaques: but because I am thy friend, I will advise thee somewhat towards the attainment of the gallows.
_And._ Marry, sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shalt by one turn above ground rid the world of a knave, and make a goodly ensample for all bloody villains of thy profession.
_And._ I say, Jaques, thou must keep this path, and hie thee; for the queen, as I am certified, is departed with her dwarf, apparelled like a squire. Overtake her, Frenchman, stab her: I'll promise thee, this doublet shall be happy.
_And._ It shall serve a jolly gentleman, Sir Dominus Monseigneur Hangman.
_Jaq. C'est tout un_; me will rama _pour la monnoie_. [_Exit._
_And._ Go, and the rot consume thee!--O, what a trim world is this! My master lives by cozening the king, I by flattering him; Slipper, my fellow, by stealing, and I by lying: is not this a wily accord, gentlemen?[280] This last night, our jolly horsekeeper, being well steeped in liquor, confessed to me the stealing of my master's writings, and his great reward. Now dare I not bewray him, lest he discover my knavery; but this have I wrought: I understand he will pass this way, to provide him necessaries; but, if I and my fellows fail not, we will teach him such a lesson as shall cost him a chief place on Pennyless Bench[281] for his labour. But yond he comes. [_Stands aside._
_Enter_ SLIPPER, _with a_ Tailor, _a_ Shoemaker, _and a_ Cutler.
_Slip._ Let my doublet be white northern, five groats the yard: I tell thee, I will be brave.
_Slip._ Now, sir, cut it me like the battlements of a custard, full of round holes; edge me the sleeves with Coventry blue, and let the linings be of tenpenny lockram.
_Slip._ Make it the amorous cut, a flap before.
_Tai._ And why so? that fashion is stale.
_Slip._ O, friend, thou art a simple fellow. I tell thee, a flap is a great friend to a storrie; it stands him instead of clean napery; and, if a man's shirt be torn, it is a present penthouse to defend him from a clean huswife's scoff.
_Slip._ [_giving money_]. Hold, take thy money; there is seven shillings for the doublet, and eight for the breeches: seven and eight; by'rlady, thirty-six is a fair deal of money.
_Slip._ Forget not this special make: let my back-parts be well lined, for there come many winter-storms from a windy belly, I tell thee. [_Exit_ Tailor]. Shoemaker.