_Ver._ Let us see what rye it is! pour it out in haste!
_Avar._ Yea, shall? I trow not! indeed, so might we make waste.
_Ver._ There is no remedy; pour it out in my lap!
_Avar._ Nay! if there be no choice, I will use mine own cap.
_Ver._ Thou sayest even truth; 'tis a bag of rye indeed: Usury, perjury, pitchery, patchery; Pilfery, bribery, snatchery, catchery; Flattery, robbery, cloutery, botchery; Trumpery, harlotry, misery, treachery!
_Avar._ There is too, an please you, a little sorcery, Witchery, baudery, and such other grossery.
_Ver._ And how gottst thou all this in thy possession?
_Avar._ Pardon me! and I will make my confession: The world is hard, and the bag is but very small; I got it where I could, to go on beg[ging] withal-- A plain true dealing man that loveth not to steal; And I durst not be bold to crave of commonweal.
_Ver._ Now, do off thy gown, and turn the inside outward!
_Aver._ Let me alone, and an angel for a reward!
_Ver._ Come, off at once! when? come off! no more gaudies [n]or japes.
_Avar._ Must I needs whip over the chain like Jack-a-napes?
_Resp._ Out! in the virtue of God! what do ye here see?
_Avar._ All this had been lost, Respublica, but for me!
_Resp._ O Lord! where hast thou dragged up all these purses?
_Ver._ Where he hath had for them many thousand curses.
_Resp._ Where hast thou gotten them? tell truth, and do not lie!
_Avar._ Where no honest man could have gotten them but I. In blind corners, where some would have hoarded them, Had not I take them with the manner and burdened them.
_Resp._ And whither was it thine intent to convey them now?
_Avar._ I hid them that I might bring them safely to you. I durst not bear them openly, to God I vow! I wis ye have heard me blame pickpurses or now-- And this is all yours.
_Avar._ With sufferance I could get mo to help her need.
_Ver._ How say ye, Respublica! now to Policy?
_Resp._ I ne'er suspect him nor had him in jealousy.
_Ver._ In such like counterfeits shall all the rest appear. Sirs! do off your utmost robes, each one even here. Now, what these are, ye see plain demonstration.
_Resp._ Insolence, Oppression, Adulation! O Lord! how have I be used these five years past!
_People._ Nay, Is ne'er thought better of om, ich, by God's vast. Vey! madame, my lady! such strussioners as these Have oft made you believe the moon was a green cheese.