Well, quoth Friar John, as good sit still as rise up and fall; what cannot be cured must be endured. But,prithee, let's hear one another speak. Come, wert thou not a wise doctor to fling away a whole purse of gold on those mangy scoundrels? ha! A squinsy choke thee! we were too rich, were we? had it not been enough to have thrown the hell-hounds a few cropped pieces of white cash?