But few to Virtue seek:  all sorts to Fortune fly,
There seeking to maintain their chief prosperity. 
But whoso marks the end, shall be enforc’d to say: 
O Fortune, thou art blind! let Virtue lead the way. 
But who comes here?  It seemeth, old Tenacity. 
I must away; for contraries cannot agree.
          
                                 [Exit.

SCENE II.

Enter TENACITY.

TEN.  Well, since che see there is none other boot,
Chill now take pains to go the rest afoot;
For Brock mine ass is saddle-pinch’d vull sore,
And so am I even here—­chill say no more. 
But yet I must my business well apply,
For which ich came, that is, to get money. 
Chwas told that this is Lady Vortune’s place: 
Chill go boldly to her, that’s a vlat case;
Vor, if che speed not now at this first glance,
Cham zure to be dash’d quite out of countenance
By certain lusty gallon lads hereby,
Seeking Vortune’s favour as well as I.
O, knew I where to find Mast.  Fanity,
Vortune’s servant!  Of mine honesty,
Look where he comes in time as fine and trim,
As if che held him all this while by the chin.

SCENE III.

    VANITY and TENACITY.

VAN.  ’Tis he indeed:  what say you to him?

TEN.  Marry, sir, cham now come for money.

VAN.  For money, man? what, still so hastily?

TEN.  Yea[388], by gis, sir, ’tis high time, che vore ye;
Cham aveard another will ha’ ’t afore me.

VAN.  Why so? who is it thou fearest? tell me.

TEN.  Marry, sir, they call him Mast.  Prodigality.

VAN.  Prodigality, is it true? young, wasteful, roisting Prodigality,
To encounter old, sparing, covetous, niggard Tenacity? 
Sure, such a match as needs must yield us sport: 
Therefore, until the time that Prodigality resort,
I’ll entertain this crust with some device—­ [aside. 
Well, father, to be sped of money with a trice,
What will you give me?

TEN.  Cha vore thee, son, do rid me quickly hence,
Chill give thee a vair piece of three-halfpence.

VAN.  Indeed?

TEN.  Here’s my hand.

VAN.  Now, sir, in sooth you offer so bountifully,
As needs you must be us’d accordingly. 
But tell me, know you him that cometh here?

TEN.  Cock’s bores, ’tis Prodigality; ’tis he I did fear. 
Cham afraid che may go whistle now for money.

VAN.  Tush, man, be of good cheer, I warrant thee;
He speedeth best, that best rewardeth me.

SCENE IV.

    Enter PRODIGALITY, VANITY, TENACITY, HOST, FORTUNE, and MONEY.

HOST. Sir, now your reckoning is made even: 
I’ll trust no more.

PROD.  No?