_Die_.
They were got as madly;
My Sheep, and Oxen, and my moveables,
My Plate, and Jewels, and five hundred Acres;
I have no heirs.
_Bar_.
This cannot be, 'tis monstrous.
_Die_.
Three Ships at Sea too.
_Bar_.
You have made me full Executor?
_Die_.
Full, full, and total, would I had more to give ye,
But these may serve an honest mind.
_Bar_.
Ye say true,
A very honest mind, and make it rich too;
Rich, wondrous rich, but where shall I raise these moneys,
About your house? I see no such great promises;
Where shall I find these sums?
_Die_.
Even where you please, Sir,
You are wise and provident, and know business,
Ev'n raise 'em where you shall think good, I am reasonable.
_Bar_.
Think good? will that raise thousands?
What do you make me?
_Die_.
You have sworn to see it done, that's all my comfort.
_Bar_.
Where I please? this is pack'd sure to disgrace me.
_Die_.
Ye are just, and honest, and I know you will do it,
Ev'n where you please, for you know where the wealth is.
_Bar_.
I am abused, betrayed, I am laugh'd at, scorn'd,
Baffl'd, and boared, it seems.
_Ars_.
No, no, ye are fooled.
_Lop_.
Most finely fooled, and handsomely, and neatly,
Such cunning Masters must be fool'd sometimes, Sir,
And have their Worships noses wiped, 'tis healthful,
We are but quit: you fool us of our moneys
In every Cause, in every Quiddit wipe us.
_Die_.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, some more drink, for my heart, Gentlemen.
This merry Lawyer--ha, ha, ha, ha, this Scholar--
I think this fit will cure me: this Executor--
I shall laugh out my Lungs.
_Bar_.
This is derision above sufferance, villany
Plotted and set against me.
_Die_.
Faith 'tis Knavery,
In troth I must confess, thou art fool'd indeed, Lawyer.
_Mil_.
Did you think, had this man been rich--
_Bar_.
'Tis well, Sir.
_Mil_.
He would have chosen such a Wolf, a Canker,
A Maggot-pate, to be his whole Executor?
_Lop_.
A Lawyer, that entangles all mens honesties,
And lives like a Spider in a Cobweb lurking,
And catching at all Flies, that pass his pit-falls?
Puts powd
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