_Val._ Do you so, do you so, Sir? I shall tail you presently. _Fran._ By no means, do not hurt him. _Val._ Take this _Nelson_, and now rise, thou Maiden Knight of Malllgo, lace on thy Helmet of inchanted Sack, and charge again. _Lan._ I'le play no more, you abuse me, will you go? _Fran._ I'le bid you good morrow, Brother, for sleep I cannot, I have a thousand fancies. _Val._ Now thou art arrived, go bravely to the matter, and do something of worth, _Frank_. _Lan._ You shall hear from us. [_Exeunt_ Lance _and_ Frank. _Val._ This Rogue, if he had been sober, sure had beaten me, is the most tettish Knave. _Enter_ Uncle _and_ Merchant, _Boy with a Torch_. _Unc._ 'Tis he. _Mer._ Good morrow. _Val._ Why, Sir, good morrow to you too, and you be so lusty. _Unc._ You have made your Brother a fine man, we met him. _Val._ I made him a fine Gentleman, he was a fool before, brought up amongst the midst of Small-Beer-Brew-houses, what would you have with me? _Mer._ I come to tell you, your latest hour is come. _Val._ Are you my sentence? _Mer._ The sentence of your state. _Val._ Let it be hang'd then, and let it be hang'd high enough, I may not see it. _Unc._ A gracious resolution. _Val._ What would you have else with me, will you go drink, and let the world slide, Uncle? Ha, ha, ha, boyes, drink Sack like Whey, boyes. _Mer._ Have you no feeling, Sir? _Val._ Come hither Merchant: make me a supper, thou most reverent Land-catcher, a supper of forty pounds. _Mer._ What then, Sir? _Val._ Then bring thy Wife along, and thy fair Sisters, thy Neighbours and their Wives, and all their trinkets, let me have forty Trumpets, and such Wine, we'll laugh at all the miseries of Mortgage, and then in state I'le render thee an answer. _Mer._ What say you to this? _Unc._ I dare not say, nor think neither. _Mer._ Will you redeem your state, speak to the point, Sir? _Pal._ Not, not if it were mine heir in the _Turks_ Gallies. _Mer._ Then I must take an order?