_To._ Why? I cannot tell. Seven-score pound art thou out in the cash; but look to it, I will not be gallanted out of my moneys. And as for my rising by other men's fall, God shield me! did I gain my wealth by ordinaries? no: by exchanging of gold? no: by keeping of gallants' company? no. I hired me a little shop, fought low, took small gain, kept no debt-book, garnished my shop, for want of plate, with good wholesome thrifty sentences; as, "Touchstone, keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee;" "Light gains makes heavy purses;" "'Tis good to be merry and wise." And when I was wived, having something to stick to, I had the horn of suretyship ever before my eyes. You all know the device of the horn, where the young fellow slips in at the butt-end, and comes squeezed out at the buckall: and I grew up, and I praise providence, I bear my brows now as high as the best of my neighbours: but thou----well, look to the accounts; your father's bond lies for you: seven-score pound is yet in the rear. 62 _Qu._ Why 'slid, sir, I have as good, as proper gallants' words for it as any are in London--gentlemen of good phrase, perfect language, passingly behaved; gallants that wear socks and clean linen, and call me "kind cousin Frank," "good cousin Frank," for they know my father: and by God's lid shall I not trust 'hem?--not trust? _Enter a_ Page _as inquiring for_ TOUCHSTONE'S _shop_. _Go._ What do ye lack, sir? What is't you'll buy, sir? _To._ Ay, marry sir; there's a youth of another piece. There's thy fellow-prentice, as good a gentleman born as thou art: nay, and better meaned. But does he pump it, or racket it? Well, if he thrive not, if he outlast not a hundred such crackling bavins as thou art, God and men neglect industry. 75 _Go._ It is his shop, and here my master walks. [_To the_ Page. _To._ With me, boy? _Pa._ My master, Sir Petronel Flash, recommends his love to you, and will instantly visit you.