Wid.  If you can cast it so Sir, you have my liking.  If they eat less, I should not be offended:  But how these Sir, can live upon so little as Corn and Water, I am unbelieving.

Young Lo.  Why prethee sweet heart what’s your Ale? is not that Corn and Water, my sweet Widow?

Wid.  I but my sweet Knight where’s the meat to this, and cloaths that they must look for?

Young Lo.  In this short sentence Ale, is all included:  Meat, Drink, and Cloth; These are no ravening Footmen, no fellows, that at Ordinaries dare eat their eighteen pence thrice out before they rise, and yet goe hungry to play, and crack more nuts than would suffice a dozen Squirrels; besides the din, which is damnable:  I had rather rail, and be confin’d to a Boatmaker, than live amongst such rascals; these are people of such a clean discretion in their diet, of such a moderate sustenance, that they sweat if they but smell hot meat. Porredge is poison, they hate a Kitchin as they hate a Counter, and show ’em but a Feather-bed they swound.  Ale is their eating and their drinking surely, which keeps their bodies clear, and soluble.  Bread is a binder, and for that abolisht even in their Ale, whose lost room fills an apple, which is more airy and of subtiler nature.  The rest they take is little, and that little is little easie:  For like strict men of order, they do correct their bodies with a bench, or a poor stubborn table; if a chimny offer it self with some few broken rushes, they are in down:  when they are sick, that’s drunk, they may have fresh straw, else they do despise these worldly pamperings.  For their poor apparel, ’tis worn out to the diet; new they seek none, and if a man should offer, they are angrie, scarce to be reconcil’d again with him:  you shall not hear ’em ask one a cast doublet once in a year, which is modesty befitting my poor friends:  you see their Wardrobe, though slender, competent:  For shirts I take it, they are things worn out of their remembrance.  Lousie they will be when they list, and mangie, which shows a fine variety:  and then to cure ’em, a Tanners limepit, which is little charge, two dogs, and these; these two may be cur’d for 3. pence.

Wid.  You have half perswaded me, pray use your pleasure:  and my good friends since I do know your diet, I’le take an order, meat shall not offend you, you shall have Ale.

Capt.  We ask no more, let it be, mighty Lady:  and if we perish, then our own sins on us.

Young Lo.  Come forward Gentlemen, to Church my boys, when we have done, I’le give you cheer in bowles. [Exeunt.

Actus Quintus.  Scena Prima.

Enter Elder Loveless.