+Sim.+ _Is pastime pretty_:--put in that for the sport's sake. +Blood.+ No, no, I can make the sport. Then, _an old man_---- +Sim.+ Then will she answer, _If you cannot, a younger can._[33] And look, look, sir, now I talk of the younger, yonder's Ancient Young come over again, that mortgaged sixty pound _per annum_ before he went; I'm deceived if he come not a day after the fair. +Blood.+ Mine almanac! +Sim.+ A prayer-book, sir? +Blood.+ A prayer-book; for devout beggars I hate; look, I beseech thee. Fortune, now befriend me, and I will call the plaguy whore in. Let me see, six months. _Enter +Ancient Young+._ +Anc.+ Yes, 'tis he, certain: this is a business must not be slackened, sir. +Sim.+ Look, I beseech thee; we shall have oatmeal in our pottage six weeks after. +Blood.+ Four days too late, Sim; four days too late, Sim. +Sim.+ Plumbs in our pudding a Sunday, plumbs in our pudding. +Anc.+ Master Bloodhound, as I take it. +Blood.+ You're a stranger, sir. [_Aside._] You shall be witness, I shall be railed at else, they will call me devil. I pray you, how many months from the first of May to the sixth of November following? +Anc.+ Six months and four days, just. +Blood.+ I ask, because the first of May last, a noble gentleman, one Ancient Young---- +Anc.+ I am the man, sir. +Blood.+ My spectacles, Sim: look, Sim, is this Ancient Young? +Sim.+ 'Twas Ancient Young, sir. +Blood.+ And is't not Ancient Young? +Sim.+ No, sir, you have made him a young ancient. +Blood.+ O Sim, a chair. I know him now, but I shall not live to tell him. +Anc.+ How fare you, sir? +Sim.+ The better for you; he thanks you, sir. +Blood.+ Sick, sick, exceeding sick. +Anc.+ O' th' sudden? Strange! +Sim.+ A qualm of threescore years come over his stomach, nothing else.[34] [_Aside._ +Blood.+ That you, beloved you, who, of all men i' th' world, my poor heart doated on, whom I loved better than father, mother, brother, sister, uncles, aunts--what would you have? that you should stay four days too late! +Anc.+ I have your money ready; And, sir, I hope your old love to my father---- +Blood.+ Nay, nay, I am noble, fellow, very noble, a very rock of friendship; but--but I had a house and barn burnt down to the ground since you were here. +Anc.+ How? +Blood.+ How? burned--ask Sim. +Sim.+ By fire, sir, by fire. +Blood.+ To build up which, for I am a poor man--a poor man, I was forced by course of law to enter upon your land, and so, for less money than you had of me, I was fain to sell it to another. That, by four days' stay, a man should lose his blood! our livings! our blood! O my heart! O my head!