_ Will no less serve?
_Gos._ What if it would?
_Ger._ Your patience,
I do not ask to mock ye: 'tis a great sum,
A sum for mighty men to start and stick at;
But not for honest: have ye no friends left ye,
None that have felt your bounty? worth this duty?
_Gos._ Duty? thou knowst it not.
_Ger._ It is a duty,
And as a duty, from those men have felt ye,
Should be return'd again: I have gain'd by ye,
A daily alms these seven years you have showr'd on me,
Will half supply your want.
_Gos._ Why do'st thou fool me?
Can'st thou work miracles?
_Ger._ To save my Master,
I can work this.
_Gos._ Thou wilt make me angry with thee.
_Ger._ For doing good?
_Gos._ What power hast thou?
_Ger._ Enquire not:
So I can do it, to preserve my Master;
Nay if it be three parts.
_Gos._ O that I had it,
But good _Clause_, talk no more, I feel thy charity,
As thou hast felt mine: but alas!
_Ger._ Distrust not,
'Tis that that quenches ye: pull up your Spirit,
Your good, your honest, and your noble Spirit;
For if the fortunes of ten thousand people
Can save ye, rest assur'd; you have forgot Sir,
The good ye did, which was the power you gave me;
Ye shall now know the King of Beggars treasure:
And let the winds blow as they list, the Seas roar,
Yet, here to morrow, you shall find your harbour.
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