+Ware.+ Now, Master Seathrift, You see what mourners we had had, had we Been wreck'd in earnest. My griev'd nephew here Had made my cellar flow with tears; my wines Had charg'd glass-ordnance; our funerals had been Bewail'd in pottle-draughts. +Sea.+ And at our graves Your nephew and my son had made a panegyric, And open'd all our virtues. +Ware.+ Ungrateful monster! +Sea.+ Unnatural villain! +Ware.+ Thou enemy to my blood! +Sea.+ Thou worse than parricide! +Ware.+ Next my sins, I do repent I am thy uncle. +Sea.+ And I thy father. +Ware.+ Death o' my soul! Did I, when first thy father Broke in estate, and then broke from the compter, Where Master Seathrift laid him in the hole For debt, among the ruins of the city And trades like him blown up, take thee from dust, Give thee free education, put thee in My own fair way of traffic--nay, decree To leave thee jewels, land, my whole estate; Pardon'd thy former wildness; and couldst thou sort Thyself with none but idle gallants, captains, And poets, who must plot before they eat, And make each meal a stratagem? Then could none But I be subject of thy impious scoffs? I swoon at sight of meat! I rise a glutton From half an orange! Wretch, forgetful wretch! 'Fore Heaven, I count it treason in my blood That gives thee a relation. But I'll take A full revenge. Make thee my heir! I'll first Adopt a slave brought from some galley; one Which laws do put into the inventory, And men bequeath in wills with stools and brasspots; One who shall first be household-stuff, then my heir; Or, to defeat all thy large aims, I'll marry. Cypher, go, find me Bannswright; he shall straight Provide me a wife: I will not stay to let My resolution cool. Be she a wench That every day puts on her dowry, wears Her fortunes, has no portion, so she be Young, and likely to be fruitful, I'll have her: By all that's good, I will: this afternoon! I will about it straight.