BOUT. O villany! I think he will gull his whole generation; I must make one, since 'tis so well begun: I'll not forsake him, till his hopes be won. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ THROAT _and two Citizens_. THROAT. Then y' are friends? BOTH. We are, so please your worship. THROAT. 'Tis well, I am glad: keep your money, for law Is like a butler's box:[357] while you two strive, That picks up all your money. You are friends? BOTH. We are, so please you, perfect friends. THROAT. Why so. Now to the next tap-house; there drink down this, And by the operation of the third pot Quarrel again, and come to me for law: [_Aside._ Fare you well. BOTH. The gods conserve your wisdom. [_Exeunt Citizens._ THROAT. Why so: these are tricks[358] of the long fifteens:[359] To give counsel, and to take fees on both sides; To make 'em friends, and then to laugh at them! Why, this thrives well, this is a common trick. When men have spent a deal of money in law, Then lawyers make them friends. I have a trick To go beyond all these. If Small-shanks come, And bring rich Somerfield's heir ---- I say no more; But 'tis within this sconce[360] to go beyond them. _Enter_ DASH. DASH. Here are gentlemen in haste would speak with you. THROAT. What are they? DASH. I cannot know them, sir, They are so wrapp'd in cloaks. THROAT. Have they a woman? DASH. Yes, sir; but she's mask'd, and in her riding suit. THROAT. Go, make haste, bring them up with reverence. Who[361] are they, i' faith? h' has brought the wealthy heir? These stools and cushions stand not handsomely. _Enter_ WILLIAM SMALL-SHANKS, BOUTCHER, THOMAS SMALL-SHANKS, FRANCES, _and_ BEARD. W. SMALL. Bless thee, Throat. THROAT. Master Small-shanks, welcome. W. SMALL. Welcome, love; kiss this gentle woman, Throat. THROAT. Your worship shall command me. W. SMALL. Art not weary? BOUT. Can you blame her, since she has rid so hard? THROAT. You are welcome, gentlemen. Dash! DASH. Sir. THROAT. A fire in the great chamber quickly. W. SMALL. Ay, that's well-said; we are almost weary. But, Master Throat, if any come to inquire For me, my brother, or this gentlewoman, We are not here, nor have you heard of us. THROAT. Not a word, sir; here you are as safe As in your father's house. T. SMALL. And he shall thank you. W. SMALL. Th' art not merry, love? Good Master Throat, Bid this gentlewoman welcome: she is one, Of whom you may receive some courtesy In time. THROAT. She is most hearty welcome. Wilt please you walk into another room, Where is both bed and fire?