O. FOS. O, sir, care and ambition seldom meet; Let us be thrifty; titles will faster come, Than we shall wish to have them. BREW. Faith, I desire none. O. FOS. Why, sir, if so you please, I'll ease your cares; Shall I, like a full adventurer, now bid you A certain ready sum for your half traffic. BREW. Ay, and I'd make you gainer by it, too; For then would I lay by my trouble, and begin A work which I have promis'd unto heaven; A house, a _Domus Dei_ shall be rais'd, Which shall to doomsday be established For succour to the poor; for in all ages There must be such. O. FOS. Shall I bid your venture at a venture? BREW. Pray you, do, sir. O. FOS. Twenty thousand pounds? BREW. Nay, then you underrate your own value much: will you make it thirty? O. FOS. Shall I meet you half-way? BREW. I meet you there, sir: for five-and-twenty thousand pounds the full venture's yours. O. FOS. If you like my payment, 'tis the one-half in ready cash, the other seal'd for six months. BREW. 'Tis merchant-like and fair. George, you observe this? Let the contents be drawn. GEORGE. They shall, sir. O. FOS. Your hazard is now all pass'd, sir. BREW. I rejoice at it, sir, and shall not grudge your gains, Though multiplied to thousands. O. FOS. Believe me, sir, I account myself a large gainer by you. BREW. Much good may it be to you, sir: but one thing At this advantage of my love to you Let me entreat. O. FOS. What is it, sir? BREW. Faith, my old suit--to reconcile those breaches 'Twixt your kind son and you: let not the love He shows unto his uncle be any more a bar To sunder your blessings and his duty. O. FOS. I would you had enjoin'd me some great labour For your own love's sake: but to that my vow Stands fix'd against; I'm deaf, obdurate To either of them. MRS FOS. Nay, sir, if you knew all, You would not waste your words in so vain expense: Since his last reformation, he has flown Out again, and in my sight relieved His uncle in the dicing-house; for which Either he shall be no father to him, Or no husband to me. BREW. Well, sir, go call my daughter forth of the garden, and bid her bring her friend along with her: troth, sir, I must not leave you thus; I must needs make him your son again. O. FOS. Sir, I have no such thing akin to me. _Enter_ ROBERT; ROBERT _kneels to his father_. BREW. Look you, sir, know you this duty? O. FOS. Not I, sir; he's a stranger to me. Save your knee; I have no blessing for you. MRS FOS. Go, go to your uncle, sir; you know where to find him; he's at his old haunt; he wants more money by this time; but I think the conduit-pipe is stopped from whence it ran. O. FOS. Did he not say he'd beg for you? you'd best make use of's bounty. BREW. Nay, good sir.