Sav.  ‘Tis even enough o’ Conscience; sit down, and rest you, you are at the end of the world already.  Would you had as good a Living Sir, as this fellow could lie you out of, he has a notable gift in’t.

Young Lo.  This ministers the smoak, and this the Muses.

Sav.  And you the Cloaths, and Meat, and Money, you have a goodly generation of ’em, pray let them multiply, your Brother’s house is big enough, and to say truth, h’as too much Land, hang it durt.

Young Lo.  Why now thou art a loving stinkard.  Fire off thy Annotations and thy Rent-books, thou hast a weak brain Savil, and with the next long Bill thou wilt run mad.  Gentlemen, you are once more welcome to three hundred pounds a year; we will be freely merry, shall we not?

Capt.  Merry as mirth and wine, my lovely Loveless.

Poet.  A serious look shall be a Jury to excommunicate any man from our company.

Tra.  We will not talk wisely neither?

Young Lo.  What think you Gentlemen by all this Revenue in Drink?

Capt.  I am all for Drink.

Tra.  I am dry till it be so.

Poet.  He that will not cry Amen to this, let him live sober, seem wise, and dye o’th’ Coram.

Young Lo.  It shall be so, we’l have it all in Drink, let Meat and Lodging go, they are transitory, and shew men meerly mortal:  then we’l have Wenches, every one his Wench, and every week a fresh one:  we’l keep no powdered flesh:  all these we have by warrant, under the title of things necessary.  Here upon this place I ground it, The obedience of my people, and all necessaries:  your opinions Gentlemen?

Capt.  ’Tis plain and evident that he meant Wenches.

Sav.  Good Sir let me expound it?

Capt.  Here be as sound men, as your self Sir.

Poet.  This do I hold to be the interpretation of it:  In this word Necessary, is concluded all that be helps to Man; Woman was made the first, and therefore here the chiefest.

Young Lo.  Believe me ’tis a learned one; and by these words, The obedience of my people, you Steward being one, are bound to fetch us Wenches.

Capt.  He is, he is.

Young Lo.  Steward, attend us for instructions.

Sav.  But will you keep no house Sir?

Young Lo.  Nothing but drink Sir, three hundred pounds in drink.

Sav.  O miserable house, and miserable I that live to see it!  Good Sir keep some meat.

Young Lo.  Get us good Whores, and for your part, I’le board you in an Alehouse, you shall have Cheese and Onions.

Sav.  What shall become of me, no Chimney smoaking?  Well Prodigal, your Brother will come home.

[Exit.

Young Lo.  Come Lads, I’le warrant you for Wenches, three hundred pounds in drink.