_Young Lo_. Believe me 'tis a learned one; and by these words, The obedience of my people, you Steward being one, are bound to fetch us Wenches. _Capt_. He is, he is. _Young Lo_. Steward, attend us for instructions. _Sav_. But will you keep no house Sir? _Young Lo_. Nothing but drink Sir, three hundred pounds in drink. _Sav_. O miserable house, and miserable I that live to see it! Good Sir keep some meat. _Young Lo_. Get us good Whores, and for your part, I'le board you in an Alehouse, you shall have Cheese and Onions. _Sav_. What shall become of me, no Chimney smoaking? Well Prodigal, your Brother will come home. [_Exit_. _Young Lo_. Come Lads, I'le warrant you for Wenches, three hundred pounds in drink. [_Exeunt omnes_. _Actus Secundus_. _Scena Prima_. _Enter Lady, _her Sister_ Martha, Welford, Younglove, _and others_. _Lady_. Sir, now you see your bad lodging, I must bid you good night. _Wel_. Lady if there be any want, 'tis in want of you. _Lady_. A little sleep will ease that complement. Once more good night. _Wel_. Once more dear Lady, and then all sweet nights. _Lady_. Dear Sir be short and sweet then. _Wel_. Shall the morrow prove better to me, shall I hope my sute happier by this nights rest? _Lady_. Is your sute so sickly that rest will help it? Pray ye let it rest then till I call for it. Sir as a stranger you have had all my welcome: but had I known your errand ere you came, your passage had been straiter. Sir, good night. _Welford_. So fair, and cruel, dear unkind good night. [_Exit_ Lady. Nay Sir, you shall stay with me, I'le press your zeal so far. _Roger_. O Lord Sir. _Wel_. Do you love _Tobacco_? _Rog_. Surely I love it, but it loves not me; yet with your reverence I'le be bold. _Wel_. Pray light it Sir. How do you like it? _Rog_. I promise you it is notable stinging geer indeed. It is wet Sir, Lord how it brings down Rheum! _Wel_. Handle it again Sir, you have a warm text of it. _Rog_. Thanks ever promised for it. I promise you it is very powerful, and by a Trope, spiritual; for certainly it moves in sundry places. _Wel_. I, it does so Sir, and me especially to ask Sir, why you wear a Night-cap. _Rog_. Assuredly I will speak the truth unto you: you shall understand Sir, that my head is broken, and by whom; even by that visible beast the Butler. _Wel_. The Butler? certainly he had all his drink about him when he did it. Strike one of your grave Cassock? The offence Sir? _Rog_. Reproving him at Tra-trip Sir, for swearing; you have the total surely. _Wel_. You told him when his rage was set a tilt, and so he crackt your Canons. I hope he has not hurt your gentle reading: But shall we see these Gentlewomen to night. _Rog_. Have patience Sir until our fellow _Nicholas_ be deceast, that is, asleep: for so the word is taken: to sleep to dye, to dye to sleep, a very figure Sir. _Wel_. Cannot you cast another for the Gentlewomen?