Good sensible Master, You are allow'd to pray against all weathers, (Both foul, and fair, as you shall find occasion) Why not against all airs?
_Lop_.
That's not i'th' Canons.
I would it had, 'tis out of our way forty pence.
_Die_.
'Tis strange, they are starv'd too yet they will not die here, They will not earth: a good stout plague amongst 'em, Or half a dozen new fantastical Fevers That would turn up their heels by whole-sale (Master) And take the Doctors too, in their grave Counsels, That there might be no natural help for mony: How merrily would my Bells goe then?
_Lop_. Peace _Diego_, The Doctors are our friends, let's please them well.
For though they kill but slow, they are certain, _Diego_, We must remove into a muddy Air, A most contagious Climate.
_Die_.
We must certain, 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 of the favours, which I have heretofore received from you, and do recommend my Son_ Leandro _the Bearer to you with request that he may be admitted in that Universitie till such time as I shall arrive at home; his studies he will make you acquainted withall; This kindness shall supply the want of your slackness: And so heaven keep you.
Yours_
Alonzo Tiveria.