Lady. Believe me; if my Wedding-smock were on,
Were the Gloves bought and given, the Licence come,
Were the Rosemary-branches dipt, and all
The Hipochrist and Cakes eat and drunk off,
Were these two armes incompast with the hands
Of Bachelors to lead me to the Church,
Were my feet in the door, were I John, said,
If John should boast a favour done by me,
I would not wed that year:  And you I hope,
When you have spent this year commodiously,
In atchieving Languages, will at your return
Acknowledge me more coy of parting with mine eyes,
Than such a friend:  More talk I hold not now
If you dare go.

Elder Lo. I dare, you know:  First let me kiss.

Lady. Farewel sweet Servant, your task perform’d,
On a new ground as a beginning Sutor,
I shall be apt to hear you.

Elder Lo. Farewel cruel Mistres. [Exit Lady.

Enter Young Loveless, and Savil.

Young Lo. Brother you’l hazard the losing your tide to Gravesend:  you have a long half mile by Land to Greenewich?

Elder Lo. I go:  but Brother, what yet unheard of course to live, doth your imagination flatter you with?  Your ordinary means are devour’d.

Young Lo. Course? why Horse-coursing I think.  Consume no time in this:  I have no Estate to be mended by meditation:  he that busies himself about my fortunes may properly be said to busie himself about nothing.

Elder Lo. Yet some course you must take, which for my satisfaction resolve and open; if you will shape none, I must inform you that that man but perswades himself he means to live, that imagines not the means.

Young Lo. Why live upon others, as others have lived upon me.

Elder Lo. I apprehend not that:  you have fed others, and consequently dispos’d of ’em:  and the same measure must you expect from your maintainers, which will be too heavy an alteration for you to bear.

Young Lo. Why I’le purse; if that raise me not, I’le bet at Bowling-alleyes, or man Whores; I would fain live by others:  but I’le live whilst I am unhang’d, and after the thought’s taken.

Elder Love. I see you are ty’d to no particular imploiment then?

Young Lo. Faith I may choose my course:  they say nature brings forth none but she provides for them:  I’le try her liberality.

Elder Lo. Well, to keep your feet out of base and dangerous paths, I have resolved you shall live as Master of my House.  It shall be your care Savil to see him fed and cloathed, not according to his present Estate, but to his birth and former fortunes.

Young Lo. If it be refer’d to him, if I be not found in Carnation Jearsie-stockins, blew devils breeches, with the gards down, and my pocket i’th’ sleeves, I’le n’er look you i’th’ face again.