_Elder Lo._ Would you were your own sir, as I left you. Well I must cast
about, or all sinks.
_Savil._ Farewell Gentleman, Gentleman, Gentleman.
_Elder Lo._ What would you with me sir?
_Savil._ Farewell Gentleman.
_Elder Lo._ O sleep Sir, sleep. [_Exit_ Elder Lo.
_Young Lo._ Well boyes, you see what's faln, let's in and drink, and give
thanks for it.
_Capt._ Let's give thanks for it.
_Young Lo._ Drunk as I live.
_Savil._ Drunk as I live boyes.
_Young Lo._ Why, now thou art able to discharge thine office, and cast up
a reckoning of some weight; I will be knighted, for my state will bear it,
'tis sixteen hundred boyes: off with your husks, I'le skin you all in
Sattin.
_Capt._ O sweet _Loveless_!
_Savil._ All in Sattin? O sweet _Loveless_!
_Young Lo_. March in my noble Compeeres: and this my Countess shall be led
by two: and so proceed we to the Will.
[_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Morecraft _the_ Usurer, _and_ Widow.
_Morec_. And Widow as I say be your own friend: your husband left you
wealthy, I and wise, continue so sweet duck, continue so. Take heed of
young smooth Varlets, younger Brothers: they are worms that will eat
through your bags: they are very Lightning, that with a flash or two will
melt your money, and never singe your purse-strings: they are Colts, wench
Colts, heady and dangerous, till we take 'em up, and make 'em fit for
Bonds: look upon me, I have had, and have yet matter of moment girle,
matter of moment; you may meet with a worse back, I'le not commend it.
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