_Lad._ The rest are fled, but I shall meet with 'em, Hang one of 'em I will certain, I ha' swore it, And 'twas my luck to light upon this first. _O.K._ A _Cambridge_ man for this? these your degrees, Sir? Nine years at University for this fellowship? _Wit._ Take your voice lower, dear Sir. _O.K._ What's your loss, Sir? _Lady._ That which offends me to repeat, the Money's whole, Sir, 'Tis i'th' Constables hands there, a seal'd hundred, But I will not receive it. _O.K._ No? Not the Money, Sir, Having confest 'tis all? _Lady._ 'Tis all the Money, Sir, But 'tis not all I lost, for when they bound me, They took a Diamond hung at my shirt string, Which fear of life made me forget to hide; It being the sparkling witness of a Contract, 'Twixt a great Lawyers daughter and my self. _Wit._ I told you what he was; What does the Diamond Concern my Cozen, Sir? _Lady._ No more did the Money, But he shall answer all now. _Wit._ There's your conscience, It shewes from whence you sprung. _Lady._ Sprung? I had leapt a Thief, Had I leapt some of your alliance. _Wit._ Slave! _Lady._ You prevent me still. _O.K._ 'Slid, Son, Are you mad? _Lady._ Come, come, I'll take a legal course. _O.K._ Will you undo us all? What's your demand, Sir? Now we're in's danger too. _Lady._ A hundred Mark, Sir, I will not bait a doit. _Witty._ A hundred Rascals. _Lady._ Sir, find 'em out in your own blood, and take 'em. _Wit._ Go take your course, follow the Law, and spare not. _O. K._ Does fury make you drunk? know you what you say? _Wit._ A hundred dogs dungs, do your worst. _O. K._ You do I'm sure; Whose loud now? _Wit._ What his own asking? _O. K._ Not in such a case? _Wit._ You shall have but threescore pound; spite a your teeth, I'll see you hang'd first. _O. K._ And what's seven pound more man? That all this coyle's about? stay, I say, he shall ha't. _Wit._ It is your own, you may do what you please with it; Pardon my zeal, I would ha' sav'd you money; Give him all his own asking? _O. K._ What's that to you, Sir? Be sparing of your own, teach me to pinch In such a case as this? go, go, live by your wits, go. _Wit._ I practise all I can. _O. K._ Follow you me, Sir, And, Master Constable, come from the knave, And be a witness of a full recompence. _Wit._ Pray stop the Constables mouth, what ere you do Sir. _O. K._ Yet agen? as if I meant not to do that my self, Without your counsel? As for you, precious kinsman, Your first years fruits in _Wales_ shall go to rack for this, You lie not in my house, I'll pack you out, And pay for your lodging rather. [_Exeunt_ Knight, Ruin, _and_ Lady. _Witty._ Oh fie Cozen, These are ill courses, you a Scholar too?