The hard hearted Creditor speaks.
GEntlemen,
What's my own, I hope by vertue of the Law, I may claim: the Execution against the prisoner is for Body or Goods; and one I will have, or ready money: what if his Wife and Children beg & starve, at their own charge be it, not mine, the Law being just, then my looking for my own, is not unjust: what's forty in the hundred, to a man in good Trading? men are not born to pick straws, or maintain prodigalls: the commodities were fresh, and vendable; and had my Debtor had but a Merchant-like conscience, and a nimble wit, he had been better for himself, and me both: my pure silver hath been in his hands this 4. tearms, and I have sent good Angels an unhappy way to fetch in the rest, with the disturbance of my nocturnal rest; and this I have undergone to obtain my own, yet I cannot have it, besides bribes and many a pint of Wine, spent on costly Lawyers. 15 s. Composition money, ile first be hanged, conscience is no part of my Trade, I have left him this thirty years; and if the seeking to obtain a desperate debt, be the fruits of a bad conscience, then God help the good: he that would thrive, must gripe, and have a good pledge; for my com∣fort is in a well crammed bag: away with your childish nicities, I had rather oppress, then be oppressed. I look for my own, and I have the Law on my side, therefore his body must suffer.