_Cred._ Well Sir, a little more of this acquaintance Will make me know you fully, I protest. You have (at first sight) made me conscious Of such a deed my dreams ne'er prompted, yet I could almost have wish'd rather ye'ad rob'd me Of my Cloak, (for my Purse 'tis a Scholars) Than to have made me a robber. I had rather have answered three difficult questions, Than this one, as easie, as yet it seems. _Witty._ Tush, you shall never come to farther answer for't; Can you confess your penurious Uncle, In his full face of love, to be so strict A Nigard to your Commons, that you are fain To size your belly out with Shoulder Fees? With Rumps and Kidneys, and Cues of single Beer, And yet make _Daymy_ to feed more daintily, At this easier rate? fie Master _Credulous_, I blush for you. _Cred._ This is a truth undeniable. _Wit._ Why go to then, I hope I know your Uncle, How does he use his Son, nearer than you? _Cred._ Faith, like his Jade, upon the bare Commons, Turn'd out to pick his living as he can get it; He would have been glad to have shar'd in such A purchase, and thank'd his good fortune too. _Enter_ Ruinous _and_ Priscian. But mum no more--is all safe, Bullies? _Ruin._ Secure, the Gentleman thinks him most happy in his loss, With his safe life and limbs, and redoubles His first vow, as he is a Gentleman, Never to pursue us. _Wit._ Well away then, Disperse you with Master _Credulous_, who still Shall bear the purchase, _Priscian_ and I, Will take some other course: You know our meeting At the _Three Cups_ in _St Gile's_, with this _proviso_, (For 'tis a Law with us) that nothing be open'd Till all be present, the looser saies a hundred, And it can weigh no less. _Ruin._ Come, Sir, we'll be your guide. _Cred._ My honesty, which till now was never forfeited, All shall be close till our meeting. [_Exit_ Cred. _and_ Ruin. _Witty._ Tush, I believ't. And then all shall out; where's the thief that's robb'd? _Enter Lady_ Ruinous. _L. Rui._ Here Master _Oldcraft_, all follows now. _Witty._ 'Twas neatly done, wench, now to turn that bag Of counterfeits to current pieces, & _actum est_. _L. Rui._ You are the _Chymist_, we'll blow the fire still, If you can mingle the ingredients. _Witty._ I will not miss a cause, a quantity, a dram, You know the place. _Pris._ I have told her that, Sir.