_Elder Lo._ I am glad to hear it Brother, pray God you are wise too.
_Young Lo._ Pray Mr. _Morecraft_ know my elder Brother, and Captain do you
complement. _Savil_ I dare swear is glad at heart to see you; Lord, we
heard Sir you were drown'd at Sea, and see how luckily things come about!
_More._ This mony must be paid again Sir.
_Young Lo._ No Sir, pray keep the Sale, 'twill make good Tailors measures;
I am well I thank you.
_Wid._ By my troth the Gentleman has stew'd him in his own Sawce, I shall
love him for't.
_Sav._ I know not where I am, I am so glad: your worship is the welcom'st
man alive; upon my knees I bid you welcome home: here has been such a
hurry, such a din, such dismal Drinking, Swearing and Whoring, 'thas
almost made me mad: we have all liv'd in a continual _Turnbal-street_;
Sir, blest be Heaven, that sent you safe again, now shall I eat and go to
bed again.
_Elder Lo._ Brother dismiss these people.
_Young Lo._ Captain be gone a while, meet me at my old _Randevouse_ in the
evening, take your small Poet with you. Mr. _Morecraft_ you were best go
prattle with your learned Counsel, I shall preserve your mony, I was
couzen'd when time was, we are quit Sir.
_Wid._ Better and better still.
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