his teeth, and tell
him it is a shame for him to be so fickle and so false of his
promise? And then what careth he for those words that he knoweth
well he shall never hear? Not very much, though they were told him
too!

If you might come afterward and complain your grief unto his own
person yourself, you should find him as shamefast as a friend of
mine, a merchant, once found the Sultan of Syria. Being certain
years about his merchandise in that country, he gave to the Sultan
a great sum of money for a certain office for him there for the
while. But he had scantly granted him this and put it in his hand
when, ere ever it was worth aught to him, the Sultan suddenly sold
it to another of his own sect, and put our Hungarian out. Then came
he to him and humbly put him in remembrance of his grant, spoken
with his own mouth and signed with his own hand. Thereunto the
Sultan answered him, with a grim countenance, "I will have thee
know, good-for-nothing, that neither my mouth nor mine hand shall
be master over me, to bind all my body at their pleasure. But I
will be lord and master over them both, that whatsoever the one say
and the other write, I will be at mine own liberty to do what I
like myself, and ask them both no leave. And therefore, go get thee
hence out of my countries, knave!" Think you now, my lord, that
Sultan and this Turk, being both of one false sect, you may not
find them both alike false of their promise?

VINCENT: That must I needs jeopard, for other surety can there
none be had.

ANTHONY: An unwise jeoparding, to put your soul in peril of
damnation for the keeping of your bodily pleasures, and yet without
surety to jeopard them too!

But yet go a little further, lo. Suppose me that you might be very
sure that the Turk would break no promise with you. Are you then
sure enough to retain all your substance still?

VINCENT: Yea, then.

ANTHONY: What if a man should ask you how long?

VINCENT: How long? As long as I live.

ANTHONY: Well, let it be so, then. But yet, as far as I can see,
though the great Turk favour you never so much and let you keep
your goods as long as ever you live, yet if it hap that you be this
day fifty years old, all the favour he can show you cannot make you
one day younger tomorrow. But every day shall you wax older than
the day before, and then within a while must you, for all his
favour, lose all.

VINCENT: Well, a man would be glad, for all that, to be sure not