_Yo. Lo._ Hee'l make your will amends soon, do not doubt it. But Sir I must intreat you to be better known To this converted _Jew_ here. _Ser._ Here's Beer for you Sir. _Mor._ And here's for you an Angel: Pray buy no Land, 'twill never prosper Sir. _Elder Lo._ How's this? _Yo. Lo._ Bless you, and then I'le tell: He's turn'd Gallant. _Elder Lo._ Gallant? _Yo. Lo._ I Gallant, and is now called, _Cutting Morecraft_: The reason I'le inform you at more leisure. _Wel._ O good Sir let me know him presently. _Young Lo._ You shall hug one another. _Mor._ Sir I must keep you company. _Elder Lo._ And reason. _Young Lo._ Cutting _Morecraft_ faces about, I must present another. _Mor._ As many as you will Sir, I am for 'em. _Wel._ Sir I shall do you service. _Mor._ I shall look for't in good faith Sir. _Elder Lo._ Prethee good sweet heart kiss him. _Lady._ Who, that fellow? _Savil._ Sir will it please you to remember me: my keys good Sir. _Young Lo._ I'le doe it presently. _El. Lo._ Come thou shalt kiss him for our sport sake. _La._ Let him come on then; and do you hear, do not instruct me in these tricks, for you may repent it. _El. Lo._ That at my peril. Lusty Mr. _Morecraft_, Here is a Lady would salute you. _Mor._ She shall not lose her longing Sir: what is she? _Elder Lo._ My wife Sir. _Mor._ She must be then my Mistres. _Lady._ Must I Sir? _Elder Lo._ O yes, you must. _Mor._ And you must take this ring, a poor pawn Of some fiftie pound. _El Lo._ Take it by any means, 'tis lawfull prize. _Lady._ Sir I shall call you servant. _Mor._ I shall be proud on't: what fellow's that? _Young Lo._ My Ladies Coachman. _Mor._ There's something, (my friend) for you to buy whips, And for you Sir, and you Sir. _Elder Lo._ Under a miracle this is the strangest I ever heard of. _Mor._ What, shall we play, or drink? what shall we doe? Who will hunt with me for a hundred pounds? _Wel._ Stranger and Stranger! Sir you shall find sport after a day or two. _Young Lo._ Sir I have a sute unto you Concerning your old servant _Savil_. _Elder Lo._ O, for his keys, I know it. _Savil._ Now Sir, strike in. _Mor._ Sir I must have you grant me. _Elder Lo._ 'Tis done Sir, take your keys again: But hark you _Savil_, leave off the motions Of the flesh, and be honest, or else you shall graze again: I'le try you once more. _Savil._ If ever I be taken drunk, or whoring, Take off the biggest key i'th' bunch, and open My head with it Sir: I humbly thank your worships. _Elder Lo._ Nay then I see we must keep holiday. _Enter_ Roger, _and_ Abigal. Here's the last couple in hell. _Roger._ Joy be among you all. _Lady._ Why how now Sir, what is the meaning of this emblem? _Roger._ Marriage an't like your worship. _Lady._ Are you married? _Roger._ As well as the next Priest could doe it, Madam. _Elder Lo._ I think the sign's in _Gemini_, here's such coupling. _Wel._ Sir _Roger_, what will you take to lie from your sweet-heart to night?