_Old Mer._ And will doe. _Mist. Mer._ But how wilt thou come by it _Charles_? _Old Mer._ How? why how have I done hitherto these forty years? I never came into my Dining-room, but at eleven and six a clock, I found excellent meat and drink a'th' Table: my Cloaths were never worn out, but next morning a Tailor brought me a new suit; and without question it will be so ever! Use makes perfectness. If all should fail, it is but a little straining my self extraordinary, and laugh my self to death. _Wife._ It's a foolish old man this: is not he _George_? _Cit._ Yes Cunny. _Wife._ Give me a penny i'th' purse while I live _George_. _Cit._ I by Lady Cunnie, hold thee there. _Mist. Mer._ Well _Charles_, you promis'd to provide for _Jasper_, and I have laid up for _Michael_: I pray you pay _Jasper_ his portion, he's come home, and he shall not consume _Michaels_ stock: he saies his Master turn'd him away, but I promise you truly, I think he ran away. _Wife._ No indeed _Mistriss Merry-thought_, though he be a notable gallows, yet I'll assure you his Master did turn him away, even in this place, 'twas i'faith within this half hour, about his Daughter, my Husband was by. _Cit._ Hang him rogue, he serv'd him well enough: love his Masters Daughter! by my troth Cunnie, if there were a thousand boys, thou wouldst spoil them all, with taking their parts; let his Mother alone with him. _Wife._ I _George_, but yet truth is truth. _Old. Mer._ Where is _Jasper_? he's welcome however, call him in, he shall have his portion, is he merry? _Enter_ Jasper _and_ Michael. _Mist. Mer._ I foul chive him, he is too merry. _Jasper._ _Michael._ _Old Mer._ Welcome _Jasper_, though thou run'st away, welcome, God bless thee, 'tis thy mothers mind thou shouldst receive thy portion: thou hast been abroad, and I hope hast learnt experience enough to govern it: thou art of sufficient years, hold thy hand: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, there is ten shillings for thee, thrust thy self into the world with that, and take some setled course, if fortune cross thee, thou hast a retiring place; come home to me, I have twenty shillings left, be a good Husband, that is, wear ordinary Cloaths, eat the best meat, and drink the best drink; be merry, and give to the poor, [and] believe me, thou hast no end of thy goods. _Jasp._ Long may you live free from all thought of ill, And long have cause to be thus merry still. But Father? _Old Mer._ No more words _Jasper_, get thee gone, thou hast my blessing, thy Fathers spirit upon thee. Farewel _Jasper_; but yet, or e'r you part (oh cruel) kiss me, kiss me sweeting, mine own dear jewel: So, now begone; no words. [_Exit_ Jasper.