_Gos._ Good _Clause_,
How cam'st thou by this mighty Sum? if naughtily,
I must not take it of thee, 'twill undo me.
_Ger._ Fear not, you have it by as honest means
As though your father gave it: Sir, you know not
To what a mass, the little we get daily,
Mounts in seven years; we beg it for Heavens charity,
And to the same good we are bound to render it.
_Gos._ What great security?
_Ger._ Away with that, Sir,
Were not ye more than all the men in _Bruges_;
And all the money in my thoughts--
_Gos._ But good _Clause_,
I may dye presently.
_Ger._ Then this dies with ye:
Pay when you can good Master, I'll no Parchments,
Only this charity I shall entreat you;
Leave me this Ring.
_Gos._ Alas, it is too poor, _Clause_.
_Ger._ 'Tis all I ask, and this withal, that when
I shall deliver this back, you shall grant me
Freely one poor petition.
_Gos._ There, I confirm it, [_Gives the Ring._
And may my faith forsake me when I shun it.
_Ger._ Away, your time draws on. Take up the money,
And follow this young Gentleman.
_Gos._ Farewell _Clause_,
And may thy honest memory live for ever.
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