+Anc.+ Pray, take it not so heinous, we'll go to him: I'll buy it again of him, he won't be too cruel. +Blood.+ A dog, a very dog; there's more mercy in a pair of unbribed bailiffs. To shun all such solicitings, he's rid to York. A very cut-throat rogue! But I'll send to him. +Anc.+ An honest old man, how it moves him! [_Aside._] This was my negligence. Good Sim, convey him into some warmer room; and I pray, however Fortune--she that gives ever with the dexterity she takes--shall please to fashion out my sufferings, yet for his sake, my deceased father, the long friend of your heart, in your health keep me happy. +Blood.+ O right honest young man! Sim. +Sim.+ Sir. +Blood.+ Have I done't well? +Sim.+ The devil himself could not have done't better. +Blood.+ I tell thee an old saw, sirrah-- _He that dissembles in wealth shall not want; They say doomsday's coming, but think you not on't._ This will make the pot seethe, Sim. +Anc.+[35] Good sir, talk no more, my mouth runs over. [_Exeunt +Bloodhound+ and +Sim+._] Sleep, wake, worthy beggar, worthy indeed to be one, and am one worthily. How fine it is to wanton without affliction! I must look out for fortunes over again: no, I have money here, and 'tis the curse of merit not to work when she has money. There was a handsome widow, whose wild-mad-jealous husband died at sea; let me see, I am near Blackfriars, I'll have one start at her, or else---- _Enter +Bloodhound's+ daughter +Moll+, with a bowl of beer._ +Moll.+ By my troth, 'tis he! Captain Young's son. I have loved him even with languishings, ever since I was a girl; but should he know it, I should run mad, sure. What handsome gentlemen travel and manners make! my father begun to you, sir, in a cup of small beer. +Anc.+ How does he, pray? +Moll.+ Pretty well now, sir. +Anc.+ Mass, 'tis small indeed. [_Aside._] You'll pledge me? +Moll.+ Yes, sir. +Anc.+ Pray, will you tell me one thing? +Moll.+ What is't? +Anc.+ Which is smaller, this beer or your maidenhead? +Moll.+ The beer a great deal, sir. +Anc.+ Ay, in quality. +Moll.+ But not in quantity? +Anc.+ No. +Moll.+ Why? +Anc.+ Let me try, and I'll tell you. +Moll.+ Will you tell me one thing before you try? +Anc.+ Yes. +Moll.+ Which is smaller, this beer or your wit? +Anc.+ O the beer, the beer. +Moll.+ In quality? +Anc.+ Yes, and in the quantity. +Moll.+ Why, then, I pray, keep the quantity of your wit from the quality of my maidenhead, and you shall find my maidenhead more than your wit. +Anc.+ A witty maidenhead, by this hand. [_Exeunt severally._ FOOTNOTES: