Thy piety For ever be remembred: nay take all, Though 'twere my exhibition to a Royal For one whole year. _Asc_. High Heavens reward your goodness. _Hen_. So Sir, is this a slip of your own grafting, You are so prodigal? _Jam_. A slip Sir? _Hen_. Yes, A slip; or call it by the proper name, Your Bastard. _Jam_. You are foul-mouth'd; do not provoke me, I shall forget your Birth if you proceed, And use you, (as your manners do deserve) uncivilly. _Hen_. So brave! pray you give me hearing, Who am I Sir? _Jam_. My elder Brother: One That might have been born a fool, and so reputed, But that you had the luck to creep into The world a year before me. _Lean_. Be more temperate. _Jam_. I neither can nor will, unless I learn it By his example: let him use his harsh Unsavoury reprehensions upon those That are his Hinds, and not on me. The Land Our Father left to him alone rewards him, For being twelve months elder, let that be Forgotten, and let his Parasites remember One quality of worth or vertue in him That may authorize him, to be a censurer Of me, or my manners, and I will Acknowledge him for a Tutor, till then, never. _Hen_. From whom have you your means Sir? _Jam_. From the will Of my dead Father; I am sure I spend not Nor give't upon your purse. _Hen. But will it hold out Without my help? _Jam_. I am sure it shall, I'le sink else, For sooner I will seek aid from a Whore, Than a courtesie from you. _Hen_. 'Tis well; you are proud of Your new Exchequer, when you have cheated him And worn him to the quick, I may be found In the List of your acquaintance. _Lean_ Pray you hold And give me leave (my Lord) to say thus much (And in mine own defence) I am no Gull To be wrought on by perswasion: nor no Coward To be beaten out of my means, but know to whom And why I give or lend, and will do nothing But what my reason warrants; you may be As sparing as you please, I must be bold To make use of my own, without your licence. _Jam_. 'Pray thee let him alone, he is not worth thy anger. All that he do's (_Leandro_) is for my good, I think there's not a Gentleman of _Spain_, That has a better Steward, than I have of him. _Hen_. Your Steward Sir? _Jam_.