_Widow._ I do not like these Morals. _Young Lo._ You must not like him then. _Enter_ Elder Love. _Elder Lo._ By your leave Gentlemen? _Young Lo._ By my troth sir you are welcom, welcom faith: Lord what a stranger you are grown; pray know this Gentlewoman, and if you please these friends here: we are merry, you see the worst on't; your house has been kept warm Sir. _Elder Lo._ I am glad to hear it Brother, pray God you are wise too. _Young Lo._ Pray Mr. _Morecraft_ know my elder Brother, and Captain do you complement. _Savil_ I dare swear is glad at heart to see you; Lord, we heard Sir you were drown'd at Sea, and see how luckily things come about! _More._ This mony must be paid again Sir. _Young Lo._ No Sir, pray keep the Sale, 'twill make good Tailors measures; I am well I thank you. _Wid._ By my troth the Gentleman has stew'd him in his own Sawce, I shall love him for't. _Sav._ I know not where I am, I am so glad: your worship is the welcom'st man alive; upon my knees I bid you welcome home: here has been such a hurry, such a din, such dismal Drinking, Swearing and Whoring, 'thas almost made me mad: we have all liv'd in a continual _Turnbal-street_; Sir, blest be Heaven, that sent you safe again, now shall I eat and go to bed again. _Elder Lo._ Brother dismiss these people. _Young Lo._ Captain be gone a while, meet me at my old _Randevouse_ in the evening, take your small Poet with you. Mr. _Morecraft_ you were best go prattle with your learned Counsel, I shall preserve your mony, I was couzen'd when time was, we are quit Sir. _Wid._ Better and better still. _Elder Lo._ What is this fellow, Brother? _Young Lo._ The thirsty Usurer that supt my Land off. _Elder Lo._ What does he tarry for? _Young Lo._ Sir to be Landlord of your House and State: I was bold to make a little sale Sir. _More._ Am I overreach'd? if there be Law I'le hamper ye. _Elder Lo._ Prethee be gone, and rave at home, thou art so base a fool I cannot laugh at thee: Sirrah, this comes of couzening, home and spare, eat Reddish till you raise your sums again. If you stir far in this, I'le have you whipt, your ears nail'd for intelligencing o'the Pillory, and your goods forfeit: you are a stale couzener, leave my house: no more. _More._ A pox upon your house. Come Widow, I shall yet hamper this young Gamester. _Wid._ Good twelve i'th' hundred keep your way, I am not for your diet, marry in your own Tribe _Jew_, and get a Broker. _Young Lo._ 'Tis well said Widow: will you jog on Sir? _More._ Yes, I will go, but 'tis no matter whither: But when I trust a wild Fool, and a Woman, May I lend Gratis, and build Hospitals. _Young Lo._ Nay good Sir, make all even, here's a Widow wants your good word for me, she's rich, and may renew me and my fortunes. _Elder Lo._ I am glad you look before you. Gentlewoman, here is a poor distressed younger Brother. _Wid._ You do him wrong Sir, he's a Knight.