_Sav._ Beggers must be no chusers. In every place (I take it) but the stocks. _Young Lo._ This is your drinking, and your whoring _Savil_, I told you of it, but your heart was hardened. _Sav._ 'Tis true, you were the first that told me of it I do remember yet in tears, you told me you would have Whores, and in that passion Sir, you broke out thus; Thou miserable man, repent, and brew three Strikes more in a Hogshead. 'Tis noon e're we be drunk now, and the time can tarry for no man. _Young Lo._ Y'are grown a bitter Gentleman. I see misery can clear your head better than Mustard, I'le be a sutor for your Keys again Sir. _Sav._ Will you but be so gracious to me Sir? I shall be bound. _Young Lo._ You shall Sir To your bunch again, or I'le miss foully. _Enter_ Morecraft. _Mor._ Save you Gentleman, save you. _Young Lo._ Now Polecat, what young Rabets nest have you to draw? _Mor._ Come, prethee be familiar Knight. _Young Lo._ Away Fox, I'le send for Terriers for you. _Mor._ Thou art wide yet: I'le keep thee companie. _Young Lo._ I am about some business; Indentures, If ye follow me I'le beat you: take heed, A[s] I live I'le cancel your Coxcomb. _Mor._ Thou art cozen'd now, I am no usurer: What poor fellow's this? _Savil._ I am poor indeed Sir. _Mor._ Give him mony Knight. _Young Lo._ Do you begin the offering. _Mor._ There poor fellow, here's an Angel for thee. _Young Lo._ Art thou in earnest _Morecraft_? _Mor._ Yes faith Knight, I'le follow thy example: thou hadst land and thousands, thou spendst, and flungst away, and yet it flows in double: I purchased, wrung, and wierdraw'd, for my wealth, lost, and was cozen'd: for which I make a vow, to trie all the waies above ground, but I'le find a constant means to riches without curses. _Young Lo._ I am glad of your conversion Master _Morecraft_: Y'are in a fair course, pray pursue it still. _Mor._ Come, we are all gallants now, I'le keep thee company; Here honest fellow, for this Gentlemans sake, there's two Angels more for thee. _Savil._ God quite you Sir, and keep you long in this mind. _Young Lo._ Wilt thou persevere? _Mor._ Till I have a penny. I have brave cloathes a making, and two horses; canst thou not help me to a match Knight, I'le lay a thousand pound upon my crop-ear. _Yo. Lo._ Foot, this is stranger than an _Africk_ monster, There will be no more talk of the _Cleve_ wars Whilst this lasts, come, I'le put thee into blood. _Sav._ Would all his damn'd tribe were as tender hearted. I beseech you let this Gentleman join with you in the recovery of my Keyes; I like his good beginning Sir, the whilst I'le pray for both your worships. _Young Lo._ He shall Sir. _Mor._ Shall we goe noble Knight? I would fain be acquainted. _Young Lo._ I'le be your Servant Sir. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Elder Loveless, _and_ Lady. _Elder Lo._ Faith my sweet Lady, I have caught you now, maugre your subtilties, and fine devices, be coy again now. _Lady._ Prethee sweet-heart tell true.