Hold thee, wench, there's something for thee to spend.

I, but the Jew has gold,

And I will have it or it shall goe hard.

Faith, walking the backe lanes through the Gardens I chanc'd to cast mine eye up to the Jewes counting-house where I saw some bags of mony, and in the night I clamber'd up with my hooks, and as I was taking my choyce, I heard a rumbling in the house; so I tooke onely this, and runne my way: but here's the Jews man.

Looke not towards him, let's away:

Zoon's what a looking thou keep'st, thou'lt betraye's anon.