An air that is the nursery of agues,
Such agues (Master) that will shake mens souls out,
Ne're stay for Possets, nor good old wives plasters.

_Lop_.

Gowts and dead Palsies.

_Die_.

The dead do's well at all times,
Yet Gowts will hang an arse a long time (Master)
The Pox, or English Surfeits if we had 'em;
Those are rich marle, they make a Church-yard fat,
And make the Sexton sing, they never miss, Sir.

_Lop_.

Then Wills and Funeral Sermons come in season,
And Feasts that make us frolick.

_Die_.

Would I could see 'em.

_Lop_.

And though I weep i'th' Pulpit for my Brother,
Yet (_Diego_) here I laugh.

_Die_.

The cause requires it.

_Lop_.

Since people left to die I am dunce, _Diego_.

_Die_. 'Tis a strange thing, I have forgot to dig too.

_Lea_.

A pretious pair of youths! I must make toward'em.

_Lop_.

Who's that? look it seems he would speak to us.
I hope a Marriage, or some Will to make, _Diego_.

_Die_.

My friend your business?

_Lea_.

'Tis to that grave Gentleman;
Bless your good learning, Sir.

_Lop_.

And bless you also,
He bears a promising face, there's some hope toward.

_Lea_.

I have a Letter to your worship.

_Lop_.

Well Sir,
From whence I pray you?

_Lea_.

From _Nova Hispania_, Sir,
And from an ancient friend of yours.

_Lop_.

'Tis well, Sir,
'Tis very well: the devil a-one I know there.

_Die_.

Take heed of a Snap, Sir, h'as a cozening countenance
do not like his way.

_Lop_.

Let him goe forward.
_Cantabit vacuus_, They that have nothing fear nothing,
All I have to lose, _Diego_, is my learning,
And when he has gotten that, he may put it in a Nut shell.

LETTER READ.

_Signior Lopez, Since my arrival from_ Cordova _to these parts,
I have written divers Letters unto you, but as yet received no
Answer of any_ (Good and very good) _And although so great a
forgetfulness might cause a want in my due correspondence, yet the
desire I have still to serve you must more prevail with me_ (Better
and better: the devil a man know I yet) _and therefore with the
present occasion offered I am willing to crave a continuance