gold, this is
restorative, and in good time, it comes to do you good, keep it and use
it, let honest fingers feel it, yours be too quick Sir.

_Fran._ He named me, and he gave it me, but from whom.

_Lan._ Let 'em send more, and then examine it, this can be but a
Preface.

_Fran._ Being a stranger, of whom can I deserve this?

_Lan._ Sir, of any man that has but eyes, and manly understanding
to find mens wants, good men are bound to do so.

_Val._ Now you see, _Frank_, there are more wayes than
certainties, now you believe: What Plough brought you this Harvest, what
sale of Timber, Coals, or what Annuities? These feed no Hinds, nor wait
the expectation of Quarterdaies, you see it showers in to you, you are
an Ass, lie plodding, and lie fooling, about this Blazing Star, and that
bo-peep, whining, and fasting, to find the natural reason why a Dog
turns twice about before he lie down, what use of these, or what joy in
Annuities, where every man's thy study, and thy Tenant, I am ashamed on
thee.

_Lan._ Yes, I have seen this fellow, there's a wealthy Widow hard
by.

_Val._ Yes marry is there.

_Lan._ I think he's her servant, or I am couzen'd else, I am sure
on't.

_Fran._ I am glad on't.

_Lan._ She's a good Woman.

_Fran._ I am gladder.

_Lan._ And young enough believe.

_Fran._ I am gladder of all, Sir.

_Val_. _Frank_, you shall lye with me soon.

_Fran._ I thank my money.

_Lan._ His money shall lie with me, three in a Bed, Sir, will be
too much this weather.

_Val._ Meet me at the Mermaid, and thou shalt see what things--

_Lan._ Trust to your self Sir. [_Exeunt_ Fran. _and_ Val.

_Enter_ Fount. Bella. _and_ Valentine.

_Fount._ O _Valentine_!

_Val._ How now, why do you look so?

_Bella._ The Widow's going, man.

_Val._ Why let her go, man.

_Hare._ She's going out o'th' Town.

_Val._ The Town's the happier, I would they were all gone.

_Fount._ We cannot come to speak with her.

_Val._ Not to speak to her?

_Bel._ She will be gone within this hour, either now _Val._

_Fount._ _Hare._ Now, now, now, good _Val._

_Val._ I had rather march i'th' mouth o'th' Cannon, but adiew, if
she be above ground, go, away to your prayers, away I say, away, she
shall be spoken withall. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Shorthose _with one boot on_, Roger,_and_ Humphrey.

_Rog._ She will go, _Shorthose_.

_Short._ Who can help it _Roger_?

_Raph._ [_within._] Help down with the hangings.

_Rog._ By