_Qu._ This is the last, and the _Farewell_.-- Farewell, Cheapside, farewell, sweet trade Of Goldsmiths all, that never shall fade; Farewell, dear fellow prentices all, And be you warnèd by my fall: Shun usurers, bawds, and dice, and drabs, Avoid them as you would French scabs. Seek not to go beyond your tether, 120 But cut your thongs unto your leather: So shall you thrive by little and little, 'Scape Tyburn, Counters, and the Spital! _To._ And 'scape them shalt thou, my penitent and dear Francis! _Qu._ Master! _Pe._ Father! _To._ I can no longer forbear to do your humility right. Arise, and let me honour your repentance with the hearty and joyful embraces of a father and friend's love. Quicksilver, thou hast eat into my breast, Quicksilver, with the drops of thy sorrow, and killed the desperate opinion I had of thy reclaim. 133 _Qu._ O, sir, I am not worthy to see your worshipful face! _Pe._ Forgive me, father. _To._ Speak no more; all former passages are forgotten; and here my word shall release you. Thank this worthy brother, and kind friend, Francis.--Master Wolf, I am their bail. [_A shout in the prison._ _Sec._ Master Touchstone! Master Touchstone! _To._ Who's that? _Wo._ Security, sir. _Sec._ Pray you, sir, if you'll be won with a song, hear my lamentable tune too! 144 SONG. O Master Touchstone, My heart is full of woe; Alas, I am a cuckold! And why should it be so? Because I was a usurer And bawd, as all you know, 150 For which, again I tell you, My heart is full of woe. _To._ Bring him forth, Master Wolf, and release his bands. This day shall be sacred to mercy and the mirth of this encounter in the Counter. See, we are encountered with more suitors! _Enter_ Mistress TOUCHSTONE, GERTRUDE, MILDRED, SINDEFY, WINIFRED, _&c._ Save your breath, save your breath! All things have succeeded to your wishes: and we are heartily satisfied in their events. _Ge._ Ah, runaway, runaway! have I caught you? And how has my poor knight done all this while? 161 _Pe._ Dear lady-wife, forgive me!