MON. He would never let me abroad to go, But lock'd me up in coffers, or in bags bound me fast, That, like a boar in a sty, he fed me at last, Thus Tenacity did spoil me for want of exercise: But Prodigality, clean contrariwise, Did toss me and fleece me, so bare and so thin, That he left nothing on me but very bone and skin. LIB. Well, Money, will you bide with him that can devise To rid you and keep you from these extremities? MON. Who is that? LIB. Even myself, Liberality. MON. Sir, I like you well, and therefore willingly I am contented with you to remain, So as you protect me from the other twain. LIB. I warrant thee. First, from thy bands I'll set thee free, And after thy sickness cured shall be. MON. Thanks and obedience I yield and vow to Liberality. [_Exit_ MONEY. _Enter_ CAPTAIN WELL-DONE [_and other_ SUITORS.] CAP. W. My lord, according to your appointment and will, I come to attend your pleasure. LIB. Have you brought your bill?[416] CAP. W. Yea, my lord. LIB. Give it me. I'll be your mean unto the prince, that it may despatched be: The while take here these hundred crowns, to relieve ye. CAP. W. God save the queen, and God save Liberality! 2D SUITOR. Sir, I have long served the prince at great expense, And long have I been promised a recompense: I beseech you consider of me. LIB. What, do you serve without fee? 2D SUITOR. Yea, truly, sir. LIB. Hold, pray for the queen. [_Gives him money_.] 2D SUITOR. It shall be my prayer day and night truly: God save the queen, and God save Liberality! 3D SUITOR. Now, good my lord, vouchsafe of your charity To cast here aside your faithful eye Upon a poor soldier, naked and needy, That in the queen's wars was maimed, as you see. LIB. Where have you served? 3D SUITOR. In France, in Flanders; but in Ireland most. LIB. Under whom? 3D SUITOR. Under Captain Well-done. CAP. W. He was my soldier indeed, sir, until he lost his leg. LIB. Hold, pray for the queen. [_Gives him money_.] 3D SUITOR. God save the queen, and God save Liberality! SCENE V. _Enter_ TIPSTAVES, LIBERALITY, SHERIFF, CLERKS, CRIER, PRODIGALITY, [_to whom_] _the_ JUDGE. TIP. Room, my masters, give place, stand by: Sir Equity hath sent me to let you understand, That hither he will resort out of hand, To sit upon the arraignment of Prodigality. LIB. In good time. TIP. Behold, he comes. LIB. Now, Equity, how falls the matter out? EQ. That Prodigality is guilty of the fact, no doubt. And therefore for furtherance of justice effectually, My lord the judge comes to sit upon him presently: Wherein we crave your assistance. LIB. I'll wait upon you. TIP. Room, my masters, room for my lord: stand by. _The_ JUDGE _placed, and the_ CLERKS _under him_. JUDGE. Call for the prisoner. CLERK. Make an oyes, Crier. CRIER. Oyes, oyes, oyes! CLERK. Sheriff of Middlesex. CRIER. Sheriff of Middlesex. CLERK. Bring forth the prisoner.