_Cro._ A poor old man alloted to my share. _Ti._ Thou wouldst have two; Nay, I think twenty: but fear not wench, Though he be old he's tough: look on's making, Hee'll not fail I warrant thee. _Ros._ A merry fellow, And were not man a creature I detest, I could indure his company. _Ti._ Here's a fair heard of Does before me, And now for a barren one: For, though I like the sport: I do not love To Father children: like the _Grand Signior_, Thus I walk in my _Seraglio_, And view 'em as I pass: then draw I forth My handkercher, and having made my choice, I thus bestow it. _Ros._ On me. _Ti._ On you: now my choice is made; To it you hungry Rascals. _Alb._ Excellent. _Amin._ As I love goodness, It makes me smile i'th' height of all my fears. _Cla._ What a strong contention you may behold Between my Mothers mirth and anger. _Tib._ Nay, no coyness: be Mistriss of your word, I must, and will enjoy you. _Ros._ Be advis'd fool: alas I am old; How canst thou hope content from one that's fifty. _Ti._ Never talk on't; I have known good ones at threescore and upwards; Besides the weathers hot: and men That have experience, fear Fevers: A temperate diet is the onely Physick, Your _Julips_, nor _Guajacum prunello_'s, _Camphire_ pills, nor _Goord-water_, Come not near your old Woman; Youthful stomachs are still craving, Though there be nothing left to stop their mouths with; And believe me I am no frequent giver of those bounties: Laugh on: laugh on: good Gentlemen do, I shall make holiday and sleep, when you Dig in the mines till your hearts ake. _Ros._ A mad fellow; [Well,] Sir, I'll give you hearing: and as I like Your wooing, and discourse: but I must tell ye Sir, That rich Widows look for great sums in present, Or assurances of ample Joynters. _Ti._ That to me is easie, For instantly I'll do it, hear me comrades. _Alb._ What say'st thou _Tibalt_? _Tib._ Why, that to woo a Wench with empty hands Is no good Heraldry, therefore let's to the gold, And share it equally: 'twill speak for us More than a thousand complements or cringes, Ditties stolen from _Petrarch_, or Discourse from _Ovid_, Besides, 'twill beget us respect, And if ever fortune friend us with a Barque, Largely supply us with all provision. _Alb._ Well advis'd, defer it not. _Ti._ Are ye all contented. _All._ We are! _Ti._ Lets away then, Strait wee'll return, [_Exit._ And you shall see our riches. _Ros._ Since I knew what wonder and amazement was, I nee'r was so transported. _Cla._ Why weep ye gentle Maid? There is no danger here to such as you; Banish fear: for with us I dare promise, You shall meet all courteous entertainment.