Now may you to your comfort keepe the guerle,
Synce of my wealthe I am once againe possest.
I heare acquitt you of all chardges past
Due for her education.
_Ashb_. You speake well.
_Grip_. It seemes you are possest, and this your owne.
_Mild_. Which I'l knowe howe I part with.
_Grip_. Com quickly and untrusse.
_Mild_. Untrusse, Syr? what?
_Grip_. Nay if you stand on poynts,[156] my crowns, my crowns:
Com tell them out, a thousand.
_Mild_. Thousand deathes
I will indure fyrst! synce I neather owe thee
Nor will I paye thee any thinge.
_Grip_. Didst thou not sweare?
_Mild_. I did, and will againe
If it bee to my profit, but oathes made
Unto our hurt wee are not bound to keepe.
_Ashb_. What's that you chalendge, _Gripus_.
_Grip_. Not a sowse lesse
Then a full thousand crownes.
_Ashb_. On what condition?
_Grip_. So much hee vowed and swore to paye mee downe
At sight of this his budgett; a deneere
I will not bate; downe with my dust, thou perjurer.
_Ashb_. But did hee sweare?
_Mild_. Suppose it, saye I did.
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