HAD. No, I'll pay for it rather; that may breed a mutiny in your whole house. PLAYER. I care not, I ha' played a king's part any time these ten years; and if I cannot command such a matter, 'twere poor, faith. HAD. Well, Master Change-coat, you shall now leave me, for I'll to my study; the morning hours are precious, and my Muse meditates most upon an empty stomach. PLAYER. I pray, sir, when this new invention is produced, let me not be forgotten. HAD. I'll sooner forget to be a jig-maker. [_Exit_ PLAYER.] So, here's four angels I little dreamt of. Nay, and there be money to be gotten by foolery, I hope fortune will not see me want. Atlas, Atlas! _Enter_ ATLAS. What, was my country coz here since? ATLAS. Why, did he promise to come again, seeing how the case stood wi' ye? HAD. Yea, and to advance my downfallen fortunes, Atlas. ATLAS. But ye are not sure he meant it ye, when he spake it. HAD. No, nor is it in man to conjecture rightly the thought by the tongue. ATLAS. Why, then, I'll believe it when I see it. If you had been in prosperity when he had promised you this kindness---- HAD. I had not needed it. ATLAS. But being now you do, I fear you must go without it. HAD. If I do, Atlas, be it so: I'll e'en go write this rhyme over my bed's head-- _Undone by folly; fortune, lend me more. Canst thou, and wilt not? pox on such a whore!_ and so I'll set up my rest. But see, Atlas, here's a little of that that damns lawyers; take it in part of a further recompense. ATLAS. No, pray keep it; I am conceited of your better fortunes, and therefore will stay out that expectation. HAD. Why, if you will, you may; but the surmounting of my fortunes is as much to be doubted as he whose estate lies in the lottery--desperate. ATLAS. But ne'er despair. 'Sfoot, why should not you live as well as a thousand others that wear change of taffata, whose means were never anything? HAD. Yes, cheating, theft and panderising, or, maybe, flattery: I have maintained some of them myself. But come, hast aught to breakfast? ATLAS. Yes, there's the fag-end of a leg of mutton. HAD. There cannot be a sweeter dish; it has cost money the dressing. ATLAS. At the barber's, you mean. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ ALBERT _solus_.