_Isab._ Is this true, wench? gone on so short a warning! what trick is this? she never told me of it, it must not be, sirra, attend me presently, you know I have been a carefull friend unto you, attend me in the Hall, and next be faithful, cry not, we shall not go. _Short._ Her Coach may crack. _Enter_ Valentine, Francisco, _and_ Lance. _Val._ Which way to live! how darest thou come to town, to ask such an idle question? _Fran._ Me thinks 'tis necessary, unless you could restore that Annuitie you have tipled up in Taverns. _Val._ Where hast thou been, and how brought up _Francisco_, that thou talkest thus out of _France_? thou wert a pretty fellow, and of a handsom knowledge; who has spoiled thee? _Lan._ He that has spoil'd himself, to make him sport, and by Copie, will spoil all comes near him: buy but a Glass, if you be yet so wealthy, and look there who? _Val._ Well said, old Copihold. _Lan._ My heart's good Freehold Sir, and so you'l find it, this Gentleman's your Brother, your hopeful Brother, for there is no hope of you, use him thereafter. _Val._ E'ne as well as I use my self, what would'st thou have _Frank_? _Fran._ Can you procure me a hundred pound? _Lan._ Hark what he saies to you, O try your wits, they say you are excellent at it, for your Land has lain long bedrid, and unsensible. _Fran._ And I'le forget all wrongs, you see my state, and to what wretchedness your will has brought me; but what it may be, by this benefit, if timely done, and like a noble Brother, both you and I may feel, and to our comforts. _Val._ (A hundred pound!) dost thou know what thou hast said Boy? _Fran._ I said a hundred pound. _Val._ Thou hast said more than any man can justifie, believe it: procure a hundred pounds! I say to thee there's no such sum in nature, forty shillings there may be now i'th' Mint and that's a Treasure, I have seen five pound, but let me tell it, and 'tis as wonderful as Calves with five Legs; here's five shillings, _Frank_, the harvest of five weeks, and a good crop too, take it, and pay thy first fruits, I'le come down and eat it out. _Fran._ 'Tis patience must meet with you Sir, not love. _Lanc._ Deal roundly, and leave these fiddle faddles. _Val._ Leave thy prating, thou thinkest thou art a notable wise fellow, thou and thy rotten Sparrow Hawk; two of the reverent. _Lanc._ I think you are mad, or if you be not, will be, with the next moon, what would you have him do? _Val._ How? _Lanc._ To get money first, that's to live, you have shewed him how to want.