_Enter_ Young Lionel, Rioter, _two_ Gallants, Blanda, Scapha, _and others_. Young Lionel. Before you chide, first hear me; next your blessing, That on my knees I beg. I have but done Like misspent youth, which, after wit dear-bought, Turns his eyes inward, sorry and ashamed. These things in which I have offended most, Had I not proved, I should have thought them still Essential things, delights perdurable; Which now I find mere shadows, toys and dreams, Now hated more than erst I doted on. Best natures are soon’st wrought on; such was mine; As I the offences, so the offenders throw Here at your feet, to punish as you please; You have but paid so much as I have wasted, To purchase to yourself a thrifty son, Which I from henceforth vow. Old Lionel. See what fathers are, That can three years’ offences, foul ones too, Thus in a minute pardon; and thy faults Upon myself chastise, in these my tears. Ere this submission, I had cast thee off; Rise in my new adoption. But for these-- Clown. The one you have nothing to do withal; here’s his ticket for his discharge: another for you, sir, to summon you to my master’s feast,--for you, and you,--where I charge you all to appear, upon his displeasure and your own apperils. Young Lionel. This is my friend, the other one I loved; Only because they have been dear to him That now will strive to be more dear to you, Vouchsafe their pardon. Old Lionel. All dear to me indeed, For I have paid for’t soundly, yet for thy sake I am atoned with all; only that wanton, Her and her company, abandon quite; So doing, we are friends. Young Lionel. A just condition, and willingly subscribed to. Old Lionel. But for that villain; I am now devising What shame, what punishment remarkable To inflict on him. Reignald. Why, master! have I laboured, Plotted, contrived, and all this while for you, And will you leave me to the whip and stocks; Not mediate my peace? Old Lionel. Sirrah, come down. Reignald. Not till my pardon’s sealed; I’ll rather stand here Like a statue, in the fore-front of your house, For ever, like the picture of Dame Fortune Before the Fortune play-house.[3.55] Young Lionel. If I have here But any friend amongst you, join with me In this petition. Clown. Good sir, for my sake! I resolved you truly concerning whooping, the noise, the walking, and the sprites, and for a need can show you a ticket for him too. Owner. I impute my wrongs rather to knavish cunning Than least pretended malice. Ricott. What he did Was but for his young master; I allow it Rather as sports of wit than injuries; No other, pray, esteem them. Old Lionel. Even as freely As you forget my quarrels made with you, Raised from the errors first begot by him, I here remit all free. I now am calm, But had I seized upon him in my spleen--