Would he would live with me, and learn to dig too. _Lop_. A wondrous modest man, sir. _Bar_. So it seems, His dear love to his Studie must be nourish'd, Neighbour, he's like to prove. _Lop_. With your good counsel, And with your diligence, as you will ply him; His Parents, when they know your care-- _Bar_. Come hither. _Die_. An honester young man, your worship ne're kept, But he is so bashfull-- _Bar_. O I like him better. Say I should undertake ye, which indeed, sir, Will be no little straitness to my living, Considering my Affairs, and my small house, sir, For I see some promises that pull me to ye; Could you content your self, at first thus meanly, To lie hard, in an out-part of my house, sir? For I have not many Lodgings to allow ye; And studie should be still remote from company; A little fire sometimes too, to refresh ye; A Student must be frugal: sometimes Lights too, According to your labour. _Lea_. Any thing, Sir, That's dry, and wholsome: I am no bred-wanton. _Bar_. Then I receive you: but I must desire ye To keep within your confines. _Lea_. Ever Sir, There's the Gold, and ever be your servant, Take it and give me Books: may I but prove, sir, According to my wish, and these shall multiply. _Lop_. Do, study hard, pray ye take him in, and settle him, He's only fit for you; Shew him his Cell, sir. _Die_. Take a good heart; and when ye are a cunning Lawyer, I'le sell my Bells, and you shall prove it lawfull. _Ba_. Come, sir, with me: neighbours I thank your diligence. _Lop_. I'le come sometimes, and crack a case with ye. _Bar_. Welcome-- [_Exit_. _Lop_. Here's mony got with ease: here, spend that jovially, And pray for the fool, the Founder. _Die_. Many more fools I heartily pray may follow his example, Lawyers, or Lubbers, or of what condition, And many such sweet friends in _Nova Hispania_. _Lop_. It will do well; let 'em but send their monys, Come from what quarter of the world, I care not, I'le know 'em instantly; nay I'le be kin to 'em; I cannot miss a man, that sends me mony: Let him law there, long as his Duckets last, Boy, I'le grace him, and prefer him. _Die_. I'le turn Trade, Master, and now live by the living, Let the dead stink, 'tis a poor stinking Trade. _Lop_. If the young fool now Should chance to chop upon his fair Wife, _Diego_? _Die_. And handle her Case, Master, that's a law point, A point would make him start, and put on his Spectacles, A hidden point, were worth the canvassing. _Lop_.