_Pris. Charissimi, Doctissimique, Domini, ex abundantia._ _Charitatis vestræ estote propitii in me jejunum_ _Miserum, pauperem, & omni consolatione exulem._ _Old K._ A pretty Scholar by my faith, Sir, but I'll to him agen. _Sir Gr._ Does he beg or steal in this Language, can you tell Sir? He may take away my good name from me, and I ne'er The wiser. _Old K._ He begs, he begs, Sir. _Pris. Ecce, ecce, in occulis lachrymarum flumen, in ore_ _Fames sitisq; ignis in vultu, pudor & impudentia,_ _In omni parte necessitas & indigentia._ _Old K. Audi tu bonus socius, tu es Scholasticus, sic intelligo,_ _Ego faciam argumentum_, mark now Sir, now I fetch Him up. _Sir Gr._ I have been fetcht up a hundred times for this, Yet I could never learn half so much. _Old K. Audi, & responde, hoc est Argumentum, nomen est_ _Nomen, ergo, quod est tibi nomen? Responde nunc,_ _Responde argumentum meum._ Have I not put him to't, Sir? _Sir Gr._ Yes Sir, I think so. _Witty._ Step in, the rascal is put out of his pen'd Speech, And he can go no farther. _Old K. Cur non respondes?_ _Pris. Oh Domine, tanta mea est miseria._ _Witty._ So, he's almost in agen. _Pris. Ut nocte mecum pernoctat egestas, luce quotidie_ _Paupertas habitat._ _Old K. Sed quod est tibi nomen: & quis dedit? Responde_ _Argumentum._ _Pris._ Hem, hem. _Witty._ He's dry he hems, on quickly. _Ruin._ Courteous Gentlemen, if the brow of a Military face may not be offensive to your generous eye-balls, let his wounds speak better than his words, for some branch or small sprig of charity to be planted upon this poor barren soil of a Soldier. _Old K._ How now, what Arms and Arts both go a begging? _Ruin._ Such is the Post-progress of cold charity now a-days, who (for heat to her frigid Limbs) passes in so swift a motion, that two at the least had need be to stay her. _Sir G._ Sir, lets reward um I pray you, and be gone. If any quarrel should arise amongst us, I am able to answer neither of them, his Iron and Steel tongue is as hard as the t'others _Latine_ one. _Old K._ Stay, stay Sir I will talk a little with him first, Let me alone with both, I will try whether they Live by their wits or no; for such a man I love, And what? you both beg together then? _Pris. Conjunctis manibus, profecto, Domine._ _Ruin._ With equal fortunes, equal distribution, there's not the breadth of a swords point uneven in our division. _Sir Gr._ What two qualities are here cast away upon two poor fellows, if a man had um that could maintain um? what a double man were that, if these two fellows might be bought and sodden, and boil'd to a jelly, and eaten fasting every morning, I do not think but a man should find strange things in his stomach.