or? you have no money.

BOB. Not a cross, by Jesu.

MAT. Nor I, before God, but two pence, left of my two shillings
in the morning for wine and cakes, let's give him some pawn.

BOB. Pawn? we have none to the value of his demand.

MAT. O Lord, man, I'll pawn this jewel in my ear, and you may
pawn your silk stockings, and pull up your boots, they will
ne'er be mist.

BOB. Well, an there be no remedy, I'll step aside and put them
off.

MAT. Do you hear, sir? we have no store of money at this time,
but you shall have good pawns, look you, sir, this jewel and this
gentleman's silk stockings, because we would have it dispatch'd
ere we went to our chambers.

MUS. I am content, sir, I will get you the warrant presently.
What's his name, say you, Giuliano?

MAT. Ay, ay, Giuliano.

MUS. What manner of man is he?

MAT. A tall, big man, sir; he goes in a cloak most commonly
of silk russet, laid about with russet lace.

MUS. 'Tis very good, sir.

MAT. Here, sir, here's my jewel.

BOB. And here are stockings.

MUS. Well, gentlemen, I'll procure this warrant presently, and
appoint you a varlet of the city to serve it, if you'll be upon
the Realto anon, the varlet shall meet you there.

MAT. Very good, sir, I wish no better.

[EXEUNT BOBA. AND MAT.]

MUS. This is rare, now will I go pawn this cloak of the
doctor's man's at the broker's for a varlet's suit, and be
the varlet myself, and get either more pawns, or more money
of Giuliano for my arrest.

[EXIT.]

ACT V.

SCENE I.

ENTER LORENZO SENIOR.

LOR. SE. Oh, here it is, I am glad I have found it now.
Ho! who is within here?

[ENTER TIB.]

TIB. I am within, sir, what's your pleasure?

LOR. SE. To know who is within besides yourself.

TIB. Why, sir, you are no constable, I hope?

LOR. SE. Oh, fear you the constable? then I doubt not,
You have some guests within deserve that fear;
I'll fetch him straight.

TIB. O' God's name, sir.

LOR. SE. Go to, tell me is not the young Lorenzo here?

TIB. Young Lorenzo, I saw none such, sir, of mine honesty.

LOR. SE. Go to, your honesty flies too lightly from you:
There's no way but fetch the constable.

TIB. The constable, the man is mad, I think.
[CLAPS TO THE DOOR.]

[ENTER PISO AND BIANCHA.]

PISO. Ho, who