Bar.

     And that’s an honest pledge;
     Yet sure, that needs not, for his face, and carriage,
     Seem to declare an in-bred honesty.

     Lea.

     And (for I have a ripe mind to the Law, sir,
     In which I understand you live a Master)
     The least poor corner in your house, poor Bed, sir,
     (Let me not seem intruding to your worship)
     With some Books to instruct me, and your counsel,
     Shall I rest most content with:  other Acquaintance
     Than your grave presence, and the grounds of Law
     I dare not covet, nor I will not seek, sir,
     For surely mine own nature desires privacy. 
     Next, for your monthly pains (to shew my thanks,)
     I do proportion out some twenty Duckets;
     As I grow riper, more:  three hundred now, sir,
     To shew my love to learning, and my Master,
     My diet I’le defray too, without trouble.

     Lop.

     Note but his mind to learning.

     Bar.

     I do strangely, yes, and I like it too, thanks to his mony.

     Die.

     Would he would live with me, and learn to dig too.

     Lop.

     A wondrous modest man, sir.

     Bar.

     So it seems,
     His dear love to his Studie must be nourish’d,
     Neighbour, he’s like to prove.

     Lop.

     With your good counsel,
     And with your diligence, as you will ply him;
     His Parents, when they know your care—­

     Bar.

     Come hither.

     Die.

     An honester young man, your worship ne’re kept,
     But he is so bashfull—­

     Bar.

     O I like him better. 
     Say I should undertake ye, which indeed, sir,
     Will be no little straitness to my living,
     Considering my Affairs, and my small house, sir,
     For I see some promises that pull me to ye;
     Could you content your self, at first thus meanly,
     To lie hard, in an out-part of my house, sir? 
     For I have not many Lodgings to allow ye;
     And studie should be still remote from company;
     A little fire sometimes too, to refresh ye;
     A Student must be frugal:  sometimes Lights too,
     According to your labour.

     Lea.

     Any thing, Sir,
     That’s dry, and wholsome:  I am no bred-wanton.

     Bar.

     Then I receive you:  but I must desire ye
     To keep within your confines.

     Lea.

     Ever Sir,
     There’s the Gold, and ever be your servant,
     Take it and give me Books:  may I but prove, sir,
     According to my wish, and these shall multiply.

     Lop.