y 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.

_Val._ 'Slife how do I live? why, what dull fool would ask that
question? three hundred three pilds more, I and live bravely: the better
half o'th' Town live most gloriously, and ask them what states they
have, or what Annuities, or when they pray for seasonable Harvests: thou
hast a handsome Wit, stir into the world, _Frank_, stir, stir for
shame, thou art a pretty Scholar: ask how to live? write, write, write
any thing, the World's a fine believing World, write News.

_Lan._ Dragons in _Sussex_, Sir, or fiery Battels seen in the
Air at _Aspurge_.

_Val._ There's the way _Frank_, and in the tail of these,
fright me the Kingdom with a sharp Prognostication, that shall scowr
them, Dearth upon Dearth, like leven Taffaties, predictions of
Sea-breaches, Wars, and want of Herrings on our Coast, with bloudy
Noses.

_Lan._ Whirl-winds, that shall take off the top of _Grantham_
Steeple, and clap it on _Pauls_, and after these, a Lenvoy to the
City for their sins.

_Val._ _Probatum est_, thou canst not want a pension, go
switch me up a Covey of young Scholars, there's twenty nobles, and two
loads of Coals, are not these ready wayes? Cosmography thou art deeply
read in, draw me a Map from the Mermaid, I mean a midnight Map to scape
the Watches, and such long sensless examinations, and Gentlemen shall
feed thee, right good Gentlemen, I cannot stay long.

_Lan._ You have read learnedly, and would you have him follow these
Megera's, did you begin with Ballads?

_Fran._ Well, I will leave you, I see my wants are grown
ridiculous, yours may be so, I will not curse you neither; you may
think, when these wanton fits are over, who bred me, and who ruined me,
look to your self, Sir, a providence I