_Elder Lo._ What is this fellow, Brother?
_Young Lo._ The thirsty Usurer that supt my Land off.
_Elder Lo._ What does he tarry for?
_Young Lo._ Sir to be Landlord of your House and State: I was bold to make
a little sale Sir.
_More._ Am I overreach'd? if there be Law I'le hamper ye.
_Elder Lo._ Prethee be gone, and rave at home, thou art so base a fool I
cannot laugh at thee: Sirrah, this comes of couzening, home and spare, eat
Reddish till you raise your sums again. If you stir far in this, I'le have
you whipt, your ears nail'd for intelligencing o'the Pillory, and your
goods forfeit: you are a stale couzener, leave my house: no more.
_More._ A pox upon your house. Come Widow, I shall yet hamper this young
Gamester.
_Wid._ Good twelve i'th' hundred keep your way, I am not for your diet,
marry in your own Tribe _Jew_, and get a Broker.
_Young Lo._ 'Tis well said Widow: will you jog on Sir?
_More._ Yes, I will go, but 'tis no matter whither:
But when I trust a wild Fool, and a Woman,
May I lend Gratis, and build Hospitals.
_Young Lo._ Nay good Sir, make all even, here's a Widow wants your good
word for me, she's rich, and may renew me and my fortunes.
_Elder Lo._ I am glad you look before you.
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