+Plot.+ Yes, Free of your company. [_Aside._ +Ware.+ Have the people vail As low to his trappings, as if he thrice had fin'd For that good time's employment. +Plot.+ Or as if He had his rider's wisdom. [_Aside._ +Ware.+ Then the works And good deeds of the city to go before thee, Besides a troop of varlets.[185] +Plot.+ Yes, and I To sleep the sermon in my chain and scarlet. [_Aside._ +Ware.+ How say you? Let's hear that! +Plot.+ I say, sir, I To sit at sermon in my chain and scarlet. +Ware.+ 'Tis right; and be remembered at the Cross.[186] +Plot.+ And then at sessions, sir, and all times else, Master Recorder to save me the trouble, And understand things for me. [_Aside._ +Ware.+ All this is possible, And in the stars and winds: therefore, dear nephew, You shall pursue this course; and, to enable you, In this half-year that I shall be away, Cypher shall teach you French, Italian, Spanish, And other tongues of traffic. +Plot.+ Shall I not learn Arithmetic too, sir, and shorthand? +Ware.+ 'Tis well-remembered; yes, and navigation. _Enter +Cypher+._ +Cyph.+ Sir, Master Seathrift says you will lose the tide; The boat stays for you. +Ware.+ Well, nephew, at my return, As I hear of your carriage, you do know What my intentions are; and, for a token How much I trust your reformation, Take this key of my counting-house, and spend Discreetly in my absence. Farewell. Nay, No tears; I'll be here sooner than you think on't. Cypher, you know what you have to do. +Cyph.+ I warrant you, sir. [_Exit +Warehouse+._ +Plot.+ Tears! yes, my melting eyes shall run; but it Shall be such tears as shall increase the tide To carry you from hence. +Cyph.+ Come, Master Plotwell, shall I Read to you this morning? +Plot.+ Read! what? how the price Of sugar goes; how many pints of olives Go to a jar; how long wine works at sea; What difference is in gain between fresh herrings And herrings red? +Cyph.+ This is fine: ha' you Forgot your uncle's charge? +Plot.+ Prythee, what was't? +Cyph.+ To learn the tongues and mathematics. +Plot.+ Troth, If I have tongue enough to say my prayers I' th' phrase o' th' kingdom, I care not: otherwise, I'm for no tongues but dried ones, such as will Give a fine relish to my backrag;[187] and for mathematics, I hate to travel by the map; methinks 'Tis riding post. +Cyph.+ I knew 'twould come to this. Here be his comrades. [_Aside._ +Plot.+ What, my Fleet Street friends? [_Exit +Cypher+._ SCENE IV. _Enter +Bright+ and +Newcut+._