_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?

_Val._ Take a thousand, I will not keep it, nor thou shalt not have
it, because thou camest i'th' nick, thou shalt not have it, go take
possession, and be sure you hold it, hold fast with both hands, for
there be those hounds uncoupled, will ring you such a knell, go down in
glory, and march upon my land, and cry, All's mine; cry as the Devil
did, and be the Devil, mark what an Echo follows, build fine
March-panes, to entertain Sir Silk-worm and his Lady, and pull the
Chappel down, and raise a Chamber for Mistress Silver-pin, to lay her
belly in, mark what an Earthquake comes. Then foolish Merchant my
Tenants are no Subjects, they obey nothing, and they are people too
never Christened, they know no Law nor Conscience, they'll devour thee;
and thou mortal, the stopple, they'll confound thee within three