thousand pounds in ready money with his wife.

ILF. A good talent,[361] by my faith; it might help many gentlemen to
pay their tailors, and I might be one of them.

WEN. Nay, honest Frank, hast thou found a trick for him? if thou hast
not, look, here's a line to direct thee. First draw him into bands[362]
for money, then to dice for it; then take up stuff at the mercer's;
straight to a punk with it; then mortgage his land, and be drunk with
that; so with them and the rest, from an ancient gentleman make him a
young beggar.

ILF. What a rogue this is, to read a lecture to me--and mine own lesson
too, which he knows I have made perfect to nine hundred fourscore and
nineteen! A cheating rascal! will teach me!--I, that have made them,
that have worn a spacious park, lodge, and all on their backs[363] this
morning, been fain to pawn it afore night! And they that have stalked
like a huge elephant, with a castle on their necks, and removed that to
their own shoulders in one day, which their fathers built up in seven
years--been glad by my means, in so much time as a child sucks, to drink
bottle-ale, though a punk pay for't. And shall this parrot instruct me?

WEN. Nay, but, Frank--

ILF. A rogue that hath fed upon me and the fruit of my wit, like
pullen[364] from a pantler's chippings, and now I have put him into good
clothes to shift two suits in a day, that could scarce shift a patched
shirt once in a year, and say his prayers when he had it--hark, how he
prates!

WEN. Besides, Frank, since his marriage, he stalks me like a cashiered
captain discontent; in, which melancholy the least drop of mirth, of
which thou hast an ocean, will make him and all his ours for ever.

ILF. Says mine own rogue so? Give me thy hand then; we'll do't, and
there's earnest. [_Strikes him_.] 'Sfoot, you chittiface, that looks
worse than a collier through a wooden window, an ape afraid of a whip,
or a knave's head, shook seven years in the weather upon London
Bridge[365]--do you catechise me?

WEN. Nay, but valorous Frank, he that knows the secrets of all hearts
knows I did it in kindness.

ILF. Know your seasons: besides, I am not of that species for you to
instruct. Then know your seasons.

BAR. 'Sfoot, friends, friends, all friends; here comes young Scarborow.
Should he know of this, all our designs were prevented.

_Enter_ SCARBOROW.

ILF. What! melancholy, my young master, my young married man? God give
your worship joy.

S