[_Enter_ Savil.
_Morec._ Now, Sir, from whom come you? whose man are you Sir?
_Savil_. Sir, I come from young Master _Loveless_.
_Mor_. Be silent Sir, I have no money, not a penny for you, he's sunk,
your Master's sunk, a perisht man Sir.
_Savil_. Indeed his Brother's sunk sir, God be with him, a perisht man
indeed, and drown'd at Sea.
_Morec_. How saidst thou, good my friend, his Brother drown'd?
_Savil_. Untimely sir, at Sea.
_Morec_. And thy young Master left sole Heir?
_Savil_. Yes Sir.
_Morec_. And he wants money?
_Sav_. Yes, and sent me to you, for he is now to be knighted.
_Mor_. Widow be wise, there's more Land coming, widow be very wise, and
give thanks for me widow.
_Widow_. Be you very wise, and be knighted, and then give thanks for me
Sir.
_Savil_. What sayes your worship to this mony?
_Mor_. I say he may have mony if he please.
_Savil_. A thousand Sir?
_Mor_. A thousand Sir, provided any wise Sir, his Land lye for the
payment, otherwise--
_Enter_ Young Loveless _and_ Comrades _to them._
_Savil_. He's here himself Sir, and can better tell you.
_Mor_. My notable dear friend, and worthy Master _Loveless_, and now right
worshipfull, all joy and welcom.
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