This exchange is from a 1572 English translation by George Gascoigne of a 1509 Italian comedy called I Suppositi by Lodovico Ariosto. I hear in the conversation a series of complaints that I believe I heard just a few days ago at the airport.
The Ferrarese: Sure, I have heard no less, and that the merchants bob [bribe] them sometimes, but they play the knaves still.
Philogano: Yea, be you well assured, for such an office is the inheritance of a knave, and an honest man will not meddle with it.
TSA is the absolute worst.