Fool, Fool, Fool!

Hangman served. Thief. Are you three usurers? Men, ay, fool. I think no usurer but has a fool to his servant. My mistress is one, and i am her fool. When men come to borrow of your masters, they approach sadly and go away merry. But they enter my master's house merrily and go away sadly. Do it then that we may account thee a hoar master and a knave,. which, notwithstanding, thou shalt be no less esteemed.