+Æmi.+ Now, as I live, 'Tis a well-favour'd lad, and his years promise He should have an ability to do, And wit to conceal. When I take him single, I'll try his disposition. [_Aside._ +Moc.+ This, for your sake, I'll undertake and execute. +Luc.+ For my sake! You shall not draw me to the fellowship Of such a sin. +Moc.+ I know 'tis pleasing to thee, And therefore am resolv'd. +Luc.+ I may prevent you. +Lor.+ What, are you resolv'd? +Moc.+ We are e'en at a point, sir. +Lor.+ What's more to be done, let's in and consider. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Antiquary+ and +Petro+._ +Ant.+ Well, sirrah! but that I have brought you up, I would cashier you for these reproofs. +Pet.+ Good sir, consider, 'tis no benefit to me: he is your nephew that I speak for, and 'tis charity to relieve him. +Ant.+ He is a young knave, and that's crime enough; and he were old in anything, though 'twere in iniquity, there were some reverence to be had of him. +Pet.+ Why, sir, though he be a young knave, as you term him, yet he is your kinsman, and in distress too. +Ant.+ Why, sir, and you know again, that 'tis an old custom (which thing I will no way transgress) for a rich man not to look upon any as his kinsman in distress. +Pet.+ 'Tis an ill custom, sir, and 'twere good 'twere repealed. +Ant.+ I have something else to look after. Have you disposed of those relics, as I bad you? +Pet.+ Yes, sir. +Ant.+ Well, thou dost not know the estimation of what thou hast in keeping. The whole Indies, seeing they are but newly discovered, are not to be valued with them: the very dust that cleaves to one of those monuments is more worth than the ore of twenty mines! +Pet.+ Yet, by your favour, sir, of what use can they be to you? +Ant.+ What use! Did not the Signiory build a state-chamber for antiquities? and 'tis the best thing that e'er they did: they are the registers, the chronicles, of the age they were made in, and speak the truth of history better than a hundred of your printed commentaries. +Pet.+ Yet few are of your belief. +Ant.+ There's a box of coins within, most of them brass, yet each of them a jewel, miraculously preserved in spite of time or envy; and are of that rarity and excellence that saints may go a pilgrimage to them, and not be ashamed. +Pet.+ Yet, I say still, what good can they do to you, more than to look on? +Ant.+ What good, thou brute! And thou wert not worth a penny, the very showing of them were able to maintain thee. Let me see now, and you were put to it, how you could advance your voice in their commendation. Begin.