oors.

_Jac_.

By my best hopes
I thank her cruelty, for it comes near
A saving Charity.

_Asc_.

I am only happy
That yet I can relieve you, 'pray you share:
My Father's wondrous kind, and promises
That I should be supplied: but sure the Lady
Is a malicious Woman, and I fear
Means me no good.

_Enter_ Servant.

_Jam_.

I am turn'd a stone with wonder,
And know not what to think.

_Ser_.

From my Lady,
Your private ear, and this--

_Jam_.

New Miracles?

_Ser_.

She says, if you dare make your self a Fortune,
She will propose the means; my Lord _Don Henrique_
Is now from home, and she alone expects you,
If you dare trust her, so, if not despair of
A second offer.

[_Exit_.

_Jam_.

Though there were an Ambush
Laid for my life, I'le on and sound this secret.
Retire thee, my _Ascanio_, with thy Mother:
But stir not forth, some great design's on foot,
Fall what can fall, if e're the Sun be set
I see you not, give me for dead.

_Asc_.

We will expect you,
And those bless'd Angels, that love goodness, guard you.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA V.

_Enter_ Lopez _and_ Bartolus.

_Bar_.

Is't possible he should be rich?

_Lop_.

Most possible,
He hath been long, though he had but little gettings,
Drawing together, Sir.

_Bar_.

Accounted a poor Sexton,
Honest poor _Diego_.

_Lop_.

I assure ye, a close Fellow,
Both close, and scraping, and that fills the Bags, Sir.

_Bar_.

A notable good fellow too?

_Lop_.

Sometimes, Sir,
When he hop'd to drink a man into a Surfeit,
That he might gain by his Grave.

_Bar_.

So many thousands?

_Lop_.

Heaven knows what.

_Bar.

'Tis strange,
'Tis very strange; but we see by endeavour,
And honest labour--

_Lop_.

_Milo_, by continuance
Grew from a silly Calf (with your worships reverence)
To carry a Bull, from a penny, to a pound, Sir,
And from a pound, to many: 'tis the progress.

_Bar_.

Ye say true, but he lov'd to feed well also,
And that me-thinks--

_Lop_.