_Elder Lo._ Farewel cruel Mistres. [_Exit_ Lady.
_Enter Young Loveless, and Savil._
_Young Lo._ Brother you'l hazard the losing your tide to _Gravesend_: you
have a long half mile by Land to _Greenewich_?
_Elder Lo._ I go: but Brother, what yet unheard of course to live, doth
your imagination flatter you with? Your ordinary means are devour'd.
_Young Lo._ Course? why Horse-coursing I think. Consume no time in this: I
have no Estate to be mended by meditation: he that busies himself about my
fortunes may properly be said to busie himself about nothing.
_Elder Lo._ Yet some course you must take, which for my satisfaction
resolve and open; if you will shape none, I must inform you that that man
but perswades himself he means to live, that imagines not the means.
_Young Lo._ Why live upon others, as others have lived upon me.
_Elder Lo._ I apprehend not that: you have fed others, and consequently
dispos'd of 'em: and the same measure must you expect from your
maintainers, which will be too heavy an alteration for you to bear.
_Young Lo._ Why I'le purse; if that raise me not, I'le bet at
Bowling-alleyes, or man Whores; I would fain live by others: but I'le live
whilst I am unhang'd, and after the thought's taken.
_Elder Love._ I see you are ty'd to no particular imploiment then?
_Young Lo._ Faith I may choose my course: they say nature brings forth
none but she provides for them: I'le try her liberality.
_Elder Lo._ Well, to keep your feet out of base and dangerous paths, I
have resolved you shall live as Master of my House. It shall be your care
_Savil_ to see him fed and cloathed, not according to his present Estate,
but to his birth and former fortunes.
_Young Lo._ If it be refer'd to him, if I be not found in Carnation
Jearsie-stockins, blew devils breeches, with the gards down, and my pocket
i'th' sleeves, I'le n'er look you i'th' face again.
_Sa._ A comelier wear I wuss it is than those dangling slops.
_Elder Lo._ To keep you readie to do him all service peaceably, and him to
command you reasonably, I leave these further directions in writing, which
at your best leasure together open and read.
_Enter_ Younglove _to them with a Jewell._
_Abig._ Sir, my Mistress commends her love to you in this token, and these
words; it is a Jewell (she sayes) which as a favour from her she would
request you to wear till your years travel be performed: which once
expired, she will hastily expect your happy return.
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