Corv. Nay, I consider’d that:
Now it is her fault.

Mos. Then it had been yours.

Corv. True; I do doubt this advocate still.

Mos. I’faith
You need not, I dare ease you of that care.

Corv. I trust thee, Mosca.

Mos. As your own soul, sir.

Corb. Mosca!

Mos. Now for your business, sir.

Corb. How! have you business?

Mos. Yes, your’s, sir.

Corb. O, none else?

Mos. None else, not I.

Corb. Be careful, then.

Mos. Rest you with both your eyes, sir.

Corb. Dispatch it.

Mos. Instantly.

Corb. And look that all,
Whatever, be put in, jewels, plate, moneys.
Household stuff, bedding, curtains.

Mos. Curtain-rings, sir:
Only the advocate’s fee must be deducted.

Corb. I’ll pay him now; you’ll be too prodigal.

Mos. Sir, I must tender it.

Corb. Two chequines is well.

Mos. No, six, sir.

Corb. ’Tis too much.

Mos. He talk’d a great while;
You must consider that, sir.

Corb. Well, there’s three—

Mos. I’ll give it him.