SPEND. My service, sir, never deserved so much; Nor could I ever hope so large a bounty Could spring out of your love. SIR L. RASH. That's all one. I do love to do things beyond men's hopes. To-morrow I remove into the Strand: There for this quarter dwell, the next at Fulham. He that hath choice, may shift; the whilst shalt thou Be master of this house, and rent it free. SPEND. I thank you, sir. SIR L. RASH. To-day I'll go dine with my Lord Mayor, To-morrow with the sheriffs, and next day With th' aldermen. I will spread the ensign Of my knighthood over the face of the city, Which shall strike as great a terror to my enemies As ever Tamerlane [did] to the Turks. Come, Frank, come in with me, and see the meat, Upon the which my knighthood first shall eat. [_Exeunt omnes._ _Enter_ STAINES. STAINES. There is a devil has haunted me these three years, in likeness of an usurer: a fellow that in all his life never ate three groat loaves out of his own purse, nor ever warmed him but at other men's fires; never saw a joint of mutton in his own house these four-and-twenty years, but always cosened the poor prisoners, for he always bought his victuals out of the alms-basket; and yet this rogue now feeds upon capons, which my tenants send him out of the country; he is landlord, forsooth, over all my possessions. Well, I am spent; and this rogue has consumed me. I dare not walk abroad to see my friends, for fear the serjeants should take acquaintance of me: my refuge is Ireland or Virginia:[155] necessity cries out, and I will presently to West Chester. _Enter_ BUBBLE. How now, Bubble! hast thou pack'd up all thy things? Our parting-time is come: nay, prythee, do not weep. BUB. Affection, sir, will burst out. STAINES. Thou hast been a faithful servant to me. Go to thy uncle, he'll give thee entertainment: tell him, upon the stony rock of his merciless heart my fortunes suffer shipwreck. BUB. I will tell him he is an usuring rascal, and one that would do the commonwealth good if he were hanged. STAINES. Which thou hast cause to wish for; thou art his heir, my affectionate Bubble. BUB. But, master, wherefore should we be parted? STAINES. Because my fortunes are desperate, thine are hopeful. BUB. Why, but whither do you mean to go, master? STAINES. Why, to sea. BUB. To sea! Lord bless us, methinks I hear of a tempest already. But what will you do at sea? STAINES. Why, as other gallants do that are spent, turn pirate. BUB. O master, have the grace of Wapping before your eyes, remember a high tide;[156] give not your friends cause to wet their handkerchiefs. Nay, master, I'll tell you a better course than so; you and I will go and rob my uncle; if we 'scape, we'll domineer together; if we be taken, we'll be hanged together at Tyburn; that's the warmer gallows of the two. _Enter_ MESSENGER. MES. By your leave, sir, whereabouts dwells one Master Bubble?