[_Exit_.
[SCENE 4.]
_Enter Hatto, with three petitioners_.
_Hat_. How now, my friends, what are you?
1. Poore petitioners.
_Hat_. Stand farther then, the poore is as unpleasing
Unto me as the plague.
2. An't please your good Lordship, I am a Merchant, and gladly would
convay a thousand quarters of wheate and other graine over the sea; and
heres a hundred pounds for a commission.
_Hat_. Thou art no beggar, thou shalt ha't, my friend;
Give me thy money.
3. I, an't please your honour, have a commoditie of good broad cloth,
not past two hundred; may I shippe them over? and theres a hundred
poundes.
_Hat_. Thou shalt have leave.
1. Although I seeme a poore petitioner,
My Lord, I crave a warrant to transport[188]
A hundred Cannons, fiftie Culverings,
With some slight armours, halberts, and halfe pikes;
And theres as much as any of the rest.
_Hat_. Away, _Cannibal_! wouldst thou ship ordnance?
What though we send unto the foes our corne
To fatten them, and cloth to keepe them warme,
Lets not be so forgetfull of our selves
As to provide them with knives to cut our throates:
So I should arme a thiefe to take my purse.
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