'Pray thee no more of that. _Ama_. 'Pray ye goe out to 'em, That will be safest for ye, I am well here, I only love your peace, and serve like a slave for it. _Bar_. No, no, thou shalt not; 'tis some honest Client, Rich, and litigious, the Curate has brought to me, Pre'thee goe in (my Duck) I'le but speak to 'em, And return instantly. _Ama_. I am commanded, One day you will know my sufferance.-- [_Exit_. _Bar_. And reward it. So, so, fast bind, fast find; Come in my neighbours, My loving neighbours pray ye come in, ye are welcome. _Enter_ Lopez, Leandro, _and_ Diego. _Lop_. Bless your good reverence. _Bar_. Good-day, good Master Curate, And neighbour _Diego_, welcom: what's your business? And 'pray ye be short (good friends) the time is pretious, Welcom, good Sir. _Lop_. To be short then with your Mastership, (For I know your several hours are full of business) We have brought ye this young-man, of honest parents, And of an honest face. _Bar_. It seems so, Neighbours, But to what end? _Lop_. To be your Pupil, Sir, Your Servant, if you please. _Lea_. I have travell'd far, Sir, To seek a worthy man. _Bar_. Alas, good Gentleman, I am a poor man, and a private too, Unfit to keep a Servant of your Reckoning; My house a little Cottage, and scarce able To hold my self, and those poor few live under it; Besides, you must not blame me Gentlemen, If I were able to receive a Servant, To be a little scrupulous of his dealing, For in these times-- _Lop_. 'Pray let me answer that, sir, Here is five hundred Duckets, to secure him, He cannot want, Sir, to make good his credit, Good gold, and coin. _Bar_. And that's an honest pledge; Yet sure, that needs not, for his face, and carriage, Seem to declare an in-bred honesty. _Lea_. And (for I have a ripe mind to the Law, sir, In which I understand you live a Master) The least poor corner in your house, poor Bed, sir, (Let me not seem intruding to your worship) With some Books to instruct me, and your counsel, Shall I rest most content with: other Acquaintance Than your grave presence, and the grounds of Law I dare not covet, nor I will not seek, sir, For surely mine own nature desires privacy. Next, for your monthly pains (to shew my thanks,) I do proportion out some twenty Duckets; As I grow riper, more: three hundred now, sir, To shew my love to learning, and my Master, My diet I'le defray too, without trouble. _Lop_. Note but his mind to learning. _Bar_. I do strangely, yes, and I like it too, thanks to his mony. _Die_.