BOB. Pawn? we have none to the value of his demand.
MAT. O Lord, man, I'll pawn this jewel in my ear, and you may
pawn your silk stockings, and pull up your boots, they will
ne'er be mist.
BOB. Well, an there be no remedy, I'll step aside and put them
off.
MAT. Do you hear, sir? we have no store of money at this time,
but you shall have good pawns, look you, sir, this jewel and this
gentleman's silk stockings, because we would have it dispatch'd
ere we went to our chambers.
MUS. I am content, sir, I will get you the warrant presently.
What's his name, say you, Giuliano?
MAT. Ay, ay, Giuliano.
MUS. What manner of man is he?
MAT. A tall, big man, sir; he goes in a cloak most commonly
of silk russet, laid about with russet lace.
MUS. 'Tis very good, sir.
MAT. Here, sir, here's my jewel.
BOB. And here are stockings.
MUS. Well, gentlemen, I'll procure this warrant presently, and
appoint you a varlet of the city to serve it, if you'll be upon
the Realto anon, the varlet shall meet you there.
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