THEO. He that before did churlishly engross And lock those blessings up, which from the hand Of heaven were shower'd upon him, has at last Found their true use, and will henceforth redeem The former misspent time. His wealthy stores Shall be no longer shut against the poor; His bags seal'd up no longer, to debar The course of fitting bounty. To you all, Of corn and money, weekly he'll allow In recompense a greater quantity By far than men of greater rank shall do: Nor will he come himself to take your thanks, Till, as he says, he has deserv'd them better. Meantime, by me he pours his bounty forth, Which he desires with greatest secrecy May be perform'd; for all vainglorious shows And ostentation does his soul abhor. He sounds no trumpet to bestow his alms; Nor in the streets proclaims his charity, Which makes the virtue vice; nor would he have The world take notice of you at his doors. 1ST NEIGH. See, see, religious man! 2D NEIGH. Ah, neighbour! Some in the world have been mistaken in him. THEO. Nor would he have you blaze his bounty forth, And praise him openly: forbear it, neighbours; Your private prayers only he desires And hearty wishes; for true charity, Though ne'er so secret, finds a just reward. I am his servant, newly entertain'd, But one to whom he does commit the trust Of his desires in this; and I should wrong His goodness strangely, if I should keep The least of what his bounty doth intend. Come in with me; I'll fill your sacks with corn, And let you see what money he bestows. OMNES NEIGH. We'll pray to heaven to reward his goodness. [_Exeunt._ EUPHUES, BARNET. EUPH. Our Dotterel, then, is caught? BAR. He is, and just As Dotterels[16] used to be: the lady first Advanc'd toward him, stretch'd forth her wing, and he Met her with all expressions; and he's caught As fast in her lime-twigs as he can be, Until the church confirm it. EUPH. There will be Another brave estate for her to spend. BAR. Others will be the better for't; and if None but a Dotterel suffer for't, what loss Of his can countervail the least good fortune That may from thence blow to another man? EUPH. She spent her t'other husband a great fortune. BAR. Dotterel's estate will find her work again For a great while: two thousand pounds a year Cannot be melted suddenly; when 'tis, Men can but say her prodigality Has done an act of justice, and translated That wealth, which fortune's blindness had misplac'd On such a fellow. What should he do with it?