_La-p._ Marry Sir, e'en as I was fainting and falling down for want of sustenance, the enemy made a shot at me, and struck me full ith' paunch with a penny loaf. _Lav._ Instead of a bullet! _La-p._ In stead of a bullet. _Lav._ That was miraculous indeed; and that loaf sustained you. _La-p._ Nourished me or I had famished with the rest. _Lav._ You have done worthy acts being a soldier, and now you shall give me leave to requite your tale, and to acquaint you with the most notorious deeds that I have done being a Courtier. I protest Captain I will lie no more than you have done. _La-p._ I can indure no lies. _Lav._ I know you cannot Captain, therefore I'll only tell you of strange things: I did once a deed of charity for it self; I assisted a poor widow in a sute, and obtained it, yet I protest I took not a penny for my labor. _La-p._ 'Tis no such strange thing. _Lav._ By _Mars_ Captain, but it is, and a very strange thing too in a Courtier, it may take the upper hand of your penny loaf for a miracle. I could ha' told you how many Ladyes have languished for my love, and how I was once sollicited by the mother, the daughter, and grand-mother; out of the least of which I might have digg'd my self a fortune; they were all great Ladyes, for two of them were so big I could hardly embrace them: but I was sluggish in my rising courses, and therefore let them pass; what means I had is spent upon such as had the wit to cheat me; That wealth being gone, I have only bought experience with it, with a strong hope to cheat others; but see here comes the much declined _Montague_, who had all the Manor houses, which were the body of his estate, overthrowen by a great wind. _Enter Montague, Mallicorne._ _La-p._ How by a great wind? was he not overthrown by law? _Lav._ Yes, marry was he: but there was terrible puffing and blowing before he was overthrown, if you observ'd, and believe it Captain, there's no wind so dangerous to a building as a lawyers breath. _La-p._ What's he with him? _Lav._ An eminent Citizen, Mounsier _Mallicorne_, let's stand a side and listen their design. _Mal._ Sir, profit is the Crown of labor, it is the life, the soul of the industrious Merchant, in it he makes his paradise, and for it neglects Wife, Children, Friends, Parents, nay all the world, and delivers up himself to the violence of storms, and to be tos'd into unknown ayrs; as there is no faculty so perillous, so there's none so worthy profitable.