Any thing, Sir, That's dry, and wholsome: I am no bred-wanton.
_Bar_.
Then I receive you: but I must desire ye To keep within your confines.
_Lea_.
Ever Sir, There's the Gold, and ever be your servant, Take it and give me Books: may I but prove, sir, According to my wish, and these shall multiply.
_Lop_.
Do, study hard, pray ye take him in, and settle him, He's only fit for you; Shew him his Cell, sir.
_Die_.
Take a good heart; and when ye are a cunning Lawyer, I'le sell my Bells, and you shall prove it lawfull.
_Ba_.
Come, sir, with me: neighbours I thank your diligence.
_Lop_.
I'le come sometimes, and crack a case with ye.
_Bar_.
Welcome--
[_Exit_.
_Lop_.
Here's mony got with ease: here, spend that jovially, And pray for the fool, the Founder.
_Die_.
Many more fools I heartily pray may follow his example, Lawyers, or Lubbers, or of what condition, And many such sweet friends in _Nova Hispania_.
_Lop_.
It will do well; let 'em but send their monys, Come from what quarter of the world, I care not, I'le know 'em instantly; nay I'le be kin to 'em; I cannot miss a man, that sends me mony: Let him law there, long as his Duckets last, Boy, I'le grace him, and prefer him.
_Die_.
I'le turn Trade, Master, and now live by the living, Let the dead stink, 'tis a poor stinking Trade.
_Lop_.
If the young fool now Should chance to chop upon his fair Wife, _Diego_?
_Die_.
And handle her Case, Master, that's a law point, A point would make him start, and put on his Spectacles, A hidden point, were worth the canvassing.
_Lop_.
Now surely, surely, I should love him, _Diego_, And love him heartily: nay, I should love my self, Or any thing that had but that good fortune, For to say truth, the Lawyer is a dog-bolt, An arrant worm: and though I call him worshipfull, I wish him a canoniz'd Cuckold, _Diego_, Now, if my youth do dub him--
_Die_.
He is too demure, Sir.
_Lop_.
If he do sting her home.
_Dieg_.
There's no such matter, The woman was not born to so much blessedness, He has no heat: study consumes his oyl, Master.
_Lop_.
Let's leave it to the will of Fate, and presently Over a cup of lustie Sack, let's prophesie.
I am like a man that dreamt he was an Emperour, Come _Diego_, hope, and whilst he lasts, we'll lay it on. [_Ex_.
SCENA III.
_Enter_ Jamy, Milanes, Arsenio.
_Jam_.
_Angelo, Milanes_, did you see this wonder?
_Mil_.
Yes, yes.
_Jam_.
And you _Arsenio_?
_Ars_.
Yes he's gone, Sir, Strangely disguis'd, he's set upon his voyage.