Jew, I must ha more gold.

No; but three hundred will not serve his turne.

No Sir; and therefore I must have five hundred more.

Oh good words, Sir, and send it you, weere best se; there's his letter.

I, and the rest too, or else—

No god-a-mercy, shall I have these crownes?

Oh, if that be all, I can picke ope your locks.

I know enough, and therfore talke not to me of your Counting-house: the gold, or know Jew it is in my power to hang thee.

Here's many words but no crownes; the crownes.

Speake, shall I have 'um, Sir?

I know it, Sir.

Soone enough to your cost, Sir:

Fare you well.