_Lady._ Must I Sir?
_Elder Lo._ O yes, you must.
_Mor._ And you must take this ring, a poor pawn
Of some fiftie pound.
_El Lo._ Take it by any means, 'tis lawfull prize.
_Lady._ Sir I shall call you servant.
_Mor._ I shall be proud on't: what fellow's that?
_Young Lo._ My Ladies Coachman.
_Mor._ There's something, (my friend) for you to buy whips,
And for you Sir, and you Sir.
_Elder Lo._ Under a miracle this is the strangest
I ever heard of.
_Mor._ What, shall we play, or drink? what shall we doe?
Who will hunt with me for a hundred pounds?
_Wel._ Stranger and Stranger!
Sir you shall find sport after a day or two.
_Young Lo._ Sir I have a sute unto you
Concerning your old servant _Savil_.
_Elder Lo._ O, for his keys, I know it.
_Savil._ Now Sir, strike in.
_Mor._ Sir I must have you grant me.
_Elder Lo._ 'Tis done Sir, take your keys again:
But hark you _Savil_, leave off the motions
Of the flesh, and be honest, or else you shall graze again:
I'le try you once more.
_Savil._ If ever I be taken drunk, or whoring,
Take off the biggest key i'th' bunch, and open
My head with it Sir: I humbly thank your worships.
_Elder Lo._ Nay then I see we must keep holiday.
_Enter_ Roger, _and_ Abigal.
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