A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 11
SCENE VI.
HARPAX, TRINCALO.
HAR. Signior Antonio, welcome.
TRIN. My life, here's ten pound more, I thank you heartily.
HAR. Never in fitter season could I find you. If you remember, sir, before you went To Barbary, I lent you ten pound in gold.
TRIN. Faith, I remember no such thing, excuse me. What may I call your name?
HAR. My name is Harpax, Your friend and neighbour, of your old acquaintance.
TRIN. What, Harpax! I am your servant; I kiss your hands. You must excuse me; you never lent me money.
HAR. Sir, as I live, ten twenty-shilling pieces.
TRIN. Dangers at sea, I find, have hurt my memory.
HAR. Why, here's your own handwriting, seal'd and sign'd In presence of your cousin Julio.
TRIN. 'Tis true, 'tis true; but I sustain'd great losses By reason of the shipwreck. Here's five pieces; Will that content you? and to-morrow morning Come to my house and take the rest.
HAR. Well, sir, Though my necessity would importune you For all, yet, on your worship's word, the rest I'll call for in the morning. Farewell, Antonio. [_Exit._
TRIN. I see we gentlemen can sometimes borrow As well as lend; and are as loth to pay As meaner men. I'll home, lest other creditors Call for the rest.