_Trice_. Hang him, rogue; make his mittimus immediately; must such as he presume to get children? _Lov_. Well considered: A poor lousy rascal, to intrench upon the game of gentlemen! He might have passed his time at nine-pins, or shovel-board; that had been fit sport for such as he: Justice, have no mercy on him. _Trice_. No, by the sword of justice will I not. _Lov_. Swear'st thou, ungracious boy[A]? That's too much, on the other hand, for a gentleman. I swear not, I drink not, I curse not, I cheat not; they are unnecessary vices: I save so much out of those sins, and take it out in that one necessary vice of wenching. [Footnote A: Henry IV. Part 1. Act ii. Scene 4.] _Enter_ LOVEBY'S _Boy_. _Boy_. Sir, the parties are without, according to your order. _Lov_. 'Tis well; bring 'em in, boy. _Enter Lady Du_ LAKE, _and two or three Whores_. Justice, I recommend this ancient gentlewoman, with these virtuous ladies, to thy patronage; for her part, she is a person of exemplary life and behaviour; of singular conduct to break through, and patience to bear the assaults of fortune: A general benefactress of mankind, and, in fine, a promoter of that great work of nature, love. _Trice_. Or, as the vulgar translation hath it, a very sufficient and singular good bawd: Is't not so, boy? _Lov_. Ay, boy: Now for such a pettifogging fellow as thy clerk to persecute this lady; pr'ythee think on't: Tis a grievance of the free-born subject. _L. Du Lake_. To see the ingratitude of this generation! That I, that have spent my youth; set at nought my fortune; and, what is more dear to me, my honour, in the service of gentlemen; should now, in my old age, be left to want and beggary, as if I were the vilest and most unworthy creature upon God's earth! [_Crying_. _Lov_. Nay, good mother, do not take it so bitterly. _L. Du Lake_. I confess, the unkindness of it troubles me. _Lov_. Thou shalt not want, so long as I live.--Look, here's five pieces of cordial gold, to comfort thy heart with: I won it, e'en now, off Mr Justice; and I dare say he thinks it well bestowed. _Trice_. My money's gone to very pious uses. _L. Du Lake_. [_Laying her hand on_ LOVEBY'S _head_.] Son Loveby, I knew thy father well; and thy grandfather before him. Fathers they were both to me; and I could weep for joy to see how thou tak'st after them. [_Weeping again_.] I wish it lay in my power too to gratify this worthy Justice in my vocation. _Trice_. 'Faith, I doubt I am past that noble sin. _Lov_. Pr'ythee, good magistrate, drink to her, and wipe sorrow from her eyes. _Trice_. Right reverend, my service to you in canary. [_She drinks after him, and stays at half a glass_.