_Are._ Your other clothes were not so rich, who was Your tailor sir? _Al._ They were made for me long since, They have knowne but two bright dayes upon my backe, I had a humor Madam to lay things by, They will serve two dayes more, I thinke I ha gold enough To goe to'th Mercer, Ile now allow my selfe A suite a weeke as this, with necessary Dependances, Beaver, silke stockings, garters, And roses in their due conformitie, Bootes are forbid a cleane legge, but to ride in, My linnen every morning comes in new, The old goes too great bellies. _Ar._ You are charitable. _Al._ I may dine w'ee sometime, or at the Court To meete good company, not for the table, My Clarke o'th Kitchins here, a witty Epicure, A spirit that to please me with whats rare Can flie a hundred mile a day to market, And make me Lord of Fish and Foule, I shall Forget there is a butcher, and to make My footmen nimble, he shall feede on nothing But wings of wildfoule. _Are._ These wayes are costly. _Al._ Therefore Ile have it so, I ha sprung a mine. _Are._ You make me wonder sir, to see this change Of fortune, your revenew was not late So plentifull. _Al._ Hang durty land and Lordships, I wonot change one lodging I ha got For the Chamber of London. _Are._ Strange of such a sudden, To rise to this estate, no fortunate hand At dice could lift you up so, for tis since Last night, yesterday, you were no such Monarke. _Al._ There be more games then dice. _Are._ It cannot be A Mistris, though your person is worth love, None possibly are rich enough to feed As you have cast the method of your riots, A Princesse, after all her Jewels must Be forc'd to sell her provinces. _Al._ Now you talke Of Jewels? What doe you thinke of this? _Are._ A rich one. _Al._ You'le honour me to wear't, this other toy I had from you, this chaine I borrowed of you, A friend had it in keeping, if your Ladiship Want any summe, you know your friend and _Alexander_. _Are._ Dare you trust my security. _Al._ There's gold, I shall have more to morrow. _Are._ You astonish me, who can supply these? _Al._ A deare friend I have, She promisd we should meete agen i'th morning. _Are._ Not that I wish to know More of your happinesse, then I have aready Heart to congratulate, be pleasd to lay My wonder. _Al._ Tis a secret. _Are._ Which ile die Ere Ile betray. _Al._ You have alwayes wish'd me well, But you shall sweare not to reveale the partie. _Are._ Ile lose the benefit of my tongue. _Alex._ Nor be Afraid at what I say, what thinke you first Of an old Witch, a strange ill favor'd hag That for my company last night, has wrought This cure upon my fortune? I doe sweat To thinke upon her name. _Are._ How sir a Witch? _Ale._ I would not fright your Ladiship too much At first, but Witches are a kin to Spirits, The truth is--nay if you looke pale already, I ha done. _Are._ Sir I beseech you. _Ale._ If you have But courage then to know the truth, ile tell you In one word, my chiefe friend is the devill.