THEO. 'Twill do you good, sir. Work sweetly, gentle cordial! and restore Those spirits again which pining avarice Has 'reft him of. Ah me! how wondrous thin, How lean and wan he looks! How much, alas! Has he defrauded his poor genius In raking wealth, while the pale, grisly sighs Of famine dwell upon his aged cheeks. O avarice! than thee a greater plague Did ne'er infest the life of wretched man! Heaven aid my work! That rare extraction Which he has drunk, beside the nourishment, Will cast him in a safe and gentle sleep, While I have liberty to work my ends; And with his body's cure a means I'll find To cure his fame, and (which is more) his mind. Jasper! _Enter_ JASPER. JAS. Sir! THEO. Are those disguises ready, Which I bespoke? JAS. They are all fitted, sir. THEO. Then at the hour, which I appointed thee, Invite those people, Jasper; but be true And secret to me. JAS. As your own heart, sir. THEO. Take this: I will reward thy service better, As soon as these occasions are dispatch'd. JAS. I thank you, sir. I have a letter for you, Left here but now, from Master Euphues, Old Master Freeman's nephew. THEO. Give it me; I will anon peruse it. But my haste Permits not now: Eugeny waits my coming. [_Exit_ THEODORE. JAS. I like this well; yet, if I should prove false To my old master for my young master's sake, Who can accuse me? For the reason's plain And very palpable; I feel it here. This will buy ale; so will not all the hoards, Which my old master has: his money serves For nothing but to look upon; but this Knows what the common use of money is. Well, for my own part, I'm resolv'd to do Whatever he commands me; he's too honest To wrong his father in it: if he should, The worst would be his own another day. [_Exit._ EUGENY _solus_.