BUB. Gervase, give me thy hand: I think thou hast more wit than I, that am thy master; and for this speech only I do here create thee my steward. I do long, methinks, to be at an ordinary: to smile at fortune, and to be bountiful. Gervase, about your business, good Gervase, whilst I go and meditate upon a gentleman-like behaviour. I have an excellent gait already, Gervase, have I not? STAINES. Hercules himself, sir, had never a better gait. BUB. But despatch, Gervase: the satin and the velvet must be thought upon, and the _Tu quoque_ must not be forgotten; for whensoever I give arms, that shall be my motto. [_Exit_ BUBBLE. STAINES. What a fortune had I thrown upon me when I preferred myself into this fellow's service! Indeed, I serve myself, and not him; for this gold here is my own, truly purchased: he has credit, and shall run i' th' books for't. I'll carry things so cunningly, that he shall not be able to look into my actions. My mortgage I have already got into my hands: the rent he shall enjoy awhile, till his riot constrain him to sell it; which I will purchase with his own money. I must cheat a little: I have been cheated upon. Therefore I hope the world will a little the better excuse me. What his uncle craftily got from me, I will knavishly recover of him. To come by it, I must vary shapes, and my first shift shall be in satin. Proteus, propitious be to my disguise, And I shall prosper in my enterprise. [_Exit._ _Enter_ SPENDALL, PURSENET, _and a_ BOY _with rackets_. SPEND. A rubber, sirrah. BOY. You shall, sir. SPEND. And bid those two men you said would speak with me come in. BOY. I will, sir. [_Exit_ BOY. SPEND. Did I not play this set well? _Enter_ BLANK _and another_. PURSE. Excellent well: by Phaeton, by Erebus, it went as if it had cut the line. BLANK. God bless you, sir. SPEND. Master Blank, welcome. BLANK. Here's the gentleman's man, sir, has brought the money. SER. Will't please you tell it, sir? SPEND. Have you the bond ready, Master Blank? BLANK. Yes, sir. SPEND. 'Tis well. Pursenet, help to tell--10, 11, 12. What time have you given? BLANK. The thirteenth of the next month. SPEND. 'Tis well: here's light gold. SER. 'Twill be the less troublesome to carry. SPEND. You say well, sir; how much hast thou told? PURSE. In gold and silver, here is twenty pounds. BLANK. 'Tis right, Master Spendall, I'll warrant you. SPEND. I'll take your warrant, sir, and tell no farther. Come, let me see the condition of this obligation. PURSE. A man may win from him that cares not for't. This royal Cæsar doth regard no cash; Has thrown away as much in ducks and drakes, As would have bought some 50,000 capons. [_Aside._] SPEND. 'Tis very well; so lend me your pen.