_Lel._ She did, Sir, as she ought to do, would you Would take the pains to follow; what should you, Or any old man do wearing away In this world with Diseases, and desire Only to live to make their Children scourge-sticks, And hoard up mill-mony? me thinks a Marble Lyes quieter upon an old mans head Than a cold fit o'th' Palsey. _Fa._ O good Heaven! To what an impudence thou wretched woman, Hast thou begot thy self again! well, justice Will punish disobedience. _Lel._ You mistake, Sir; 'Twill punish Beggars, fye for shame go work, Or serve, you are grave enough to be a Porter In some good man of worships house, and give Sententious answers to the comers in. A pretty place; or be of some good Consort, You had a pleasant touch o'th' _Cittern_ once, If idleness have not bereft you of it: Be any thing but old and Beggarly, Two sins that ever do outgrow compassion; If I might see you offer at a course That were a likely one, and shew'd some profit, I would not stick for ten Groats, or a Noble. _Fath._ Did I beget this woman? _Lel._ Nay, I know not: And till I know, I will not thank you for't; How ever, he that got me had the pleasure, And that me thinks, is a reward sufficient. _Fath._ I am so strangely strucken with amazement, I know not where I am, nor what I am. _Lel._ You had best take fresh air some where else, 'twill bring ye Out of your trance the sooner. _Fath._ Is all this As you mean, _Lelia_? _Lel._ Yes believe me is it, For yet I cannot think you are so foolish, As to imagine you are young enough To be my heir, or I so old to make A Nurse at these years for you, and attend While you sup up my state in penny pots Of _Malmsey_: when I am excellent at Cawdles, And Cullices, and have enough spare gold To boil away, you shall be welcome to me; 'Till when I'd have you be as merry, Sir, As you can make your self with that you have, And leave to trouble me with these relations, Of what you have been to me, or you are, For as I hear them, so I lose them; this For [a]ught I know yet, is my resolution. _Fath._ Well, God be with thee, for I fear thy end Will be a strange example. [_Exit Father._ _Lel._ Fare ye well, Sir; Now would some poor tender hearted fool have wept, Relented, and have been undone: such Children (I thank my understanding) I hate truly, For by my troth I had rather see their tears Than feel their pities: my desires and ends Are all the Kindred that I have, and friends. _Enter Woman._ Is he departed? _Wom._ Yes, but here's another.