Morec. Now, Sir, from whom come you? whose man are you Sir?

Savil.  Sir, I come from young Master Loveless.

Mor.  Be silent Sir, I have no money, not a penny for you, he’s sunk, your Master’s sunk, a perisht man Sir.

Savil.  Indeed his Brother’s sunk sir, God be with him, a perisht man indeed, and drown’d at Sea.

Morec.  How saidst thou, good my friend, his Brother drown’d?

Savil.  Untimely sir, at Sea.

Morec.  And thy young Master left sole Heir?

Savil.  Yes Sir.

Morec.  And he wants money?

Sav.  Yes, and sent me to you, for he is now to be knighted.

Mor.  Widow be wise, there’s more Land coming, widow be very wise, and give thanks for me widow.

Widow.  Be you very wise, and be knighted, and then give thanks for me Sir.

Savil.  What sayes your worship to this mony?

Mor.  I say he may have mony if he please.

Savil.  A thousand Sir?

Mor.  A thousand Sir, provided any wise Sir, his Land lye for the payment, otherwise—­

Enter Young Loveless and Comrades to them.

Savil.  He’s here himself Sir, and can better tell you.

Mor.  My notable dear friend, and worthy Master Loveless, and now right worshipfull, all joy and welcom.

Yo.  Lo.  Thanks to my dear incloser Master Morecraft, prethee old Angel gold, salute my family, I’le do as much for yours; this, and your own desires, fair Gentlewoman.

Wid.  And yours Sir, if you mean well; ’tis a hansome Gentleman.

Young Lo.  Sirrah, my Brother’s dead.

More.  Dead?

Yo.  Lo.  Dead, and by this time soust for Ember Week.

Morecraft.  Dead?

Young Lo.  Drown’d, drown’d at sea man, by the next fresh Conger that comes we shall hear more.

Mor. Now by my faith of my body it moves me much.

Yo.  Lo. What, wilt thou be an Ass, and weep for the dead? why I thought nothing but a general inundation would have mov’d thee, prethe be quiet, he hath left his land behind him.

Morecraft. O has he so?

Young Lo. Yes faith, I thank him for’t, I have all boy, hast any ready mony?

Morecraft. Will you sell Sir?

Young Lo. No not out right good Gripe; marry, a morgage or such a slight securitie.

More. I have no mony, Sir, for Morgage; if you will sell, and all or none, I’le work a new Mine for you.