_Basil._ No!

_Will._ Oh! Well, sir, I think the execution of my
barren commission needs no farther stay. Touching
that small portion of mammon wherewith thou wouldst
endow my master's passage across the seas, in his
name I will venture to refuse the gratility.

_Basil._ Wouldst jest, villain? There are stocks!
Back to the beggar that sent thee. [_Exit R._]

[_WILLIAM going, L., FLORENCE approaches him from behind._]

_Flor._ Good friend! I have heard something of
your discourse. I would fain see thy master.

_Will._ Art thou not his cousin, lady?

_Flor._ I am.

_Will._ He hath often spoken of thee far hence.

_Flor._ We were children together. Is his temper
sweet as it used to be? Hath he grown taller? I
have much to say to him. Is he sunburnt? Doth
he wear a beard? They say much ill of him.

_Will._ Lady! believe it not; [_aside_]--for I affect
much his society. [_Aloud._] He is a good master and
kind, though of a strange mood. For women, he