_Nee._ So, so, this trouble's well shook off, Uncle, how d'ye? there's a Dowrie due, Sir. _Cun._ We have agreed it sweetest, And find your Uncle fully recover'd, kind to both of us. _Witty._ To all the rest I hope. _Old K._ Never to thee, nor thee, easie cosin _Credulous_, Was your wit so raw? _Cred._ Faith yours Sir, so long season'd Has been faulty too, and very much to blame, Speaking it with reverence, Uncle. _Sir Gr._ Yes faith, Sir, you have paid as dear for your time, as any man here. _Witty._ I Sir, and I'll reckon it to him. _Imprimis_, The first preface cheat of a pair of pieces to the Beggars, you remember that I was the example to your bounty there, I spake _Greek_ and _Syriack_, Sir, you understand me now. Next, the Robbery put upon your indulgent Cosin, which indeed was no Robbery, no Constable, no Justice, no Thief, but all Cheaters; there was a hunder'd Mark, mark you that: Lastly, this memorable 100 pounds worth of Musick, this was [but] cheats and wit too, and for the assistance of this Gentleman to my Cosin (for which I am to have a Fee) that was a little practice of my wit too, Father; will you come to composition yet, Father? _Cun._ Yes faith Sir, do, two hundr'd a year will be easier than so much weekly, I do not think he's barren if he should be put to't agen. _Old K._ Why this was the day I look'd for, thou shalt have't, And the next cheat makes it up three hundr'd; Live thou upon thy ten pound Vicarage, Thou get'st not a penny more, here's thy full Hire now. _Cred._ I thank you, Sir. _Witty._ Why there was the sum of all my Wit, Father, To shuve him out of your favour, which I fear'd Would have disinherited me. _Old K._ Most certain it had, Had not thy wit recover'd it; is there any here That had a hand with thee? _Witty._ Yes, all these, Sir. _Old K._ Nephew, part a hundr'd pound amongst 'em, I'll repay it; wealth, love me as I love wit; When I die, I'll build an Alms-house for decay'd wits. _Sir Gr._ I'll entertain one in my life time; Scholar, you shall be my Chaplain, I have the gift of twenty Benefices, simple as I am here. _Pris._ Thanks my great Patron. _Cun._ Sir your Gentry and your name shall both be rais'd as high as my fortunes can reach 'em, for your friends sake. _Witty._ Something will be in my present power, the future more, You shall share with me. _Ruin and Wife._ Thanks worthy Gentlemen. _Nee._ Sir, I would beg one thing of you. _Sir Gr._ You can beg nothing of me. _Witty._ Oh Sir, if she begs, there's your power over her. _Sir Gr._ She has begg'd me for a fool already, but 'tis no matter. I have begg'd her for a Lady, that she might have been, That's one for another. _Witty._ Nay, but if she beg-- _Sir Gr._ Let her beg agen then.