Do, study hard, pray ye take him in, and settle him,
     He’s only fit for you; Shew him his Cell, sir.

     Die.

     Take a good heart; and when ye are a cunning Lawyer,
     I’le sell my Bells, and you shall prove it lawfull.

     Ba.

Come, sir, with me:  neighbours I thank your diligence.

Lop.

I’le come sometimes, and crack a case with ye.

Bar.

Welcome—­

[Exit.

Lop.

Here’s mony got with ease:  here, spend that jovially,
And pray for the fool, the Founder.

Die.

Many more fools
I heartily pray may follow his example,
Lawyers, or Lubbers, or of what condition,
And many such sweet friends in Nova Hispania.

     Lop.

     It will do well; let ’em but send their monys,
     Come from what quarter of the world, I care not,
     I’le know ’em instantly; nay I’le be kin to ’em;
     I cannot miss a man, that sends me mony: 
     Let him law there, long as his Duckets last, Boy,
     I’le grace him, and prefer him.

     Die.

     I’le turn Trade, Master, and now live by the living,
     Let the dead stink, ’tis a poor stinking Trade.

     Lop.

     If the young fool now
     Should chance to chop upon his fair Wife, Diego?

     Die.

     And handle her Case, Master, that’s a law point,
     A point would make him start, and put on his Spectacles,
     A hidden point, were worth the canvassing.

     Lop.

     Now surely, surely, I should love him, Diego,
     And love him heartily:  nay, I should love my self,
     Or any thing that had but that good fortune,
     For to say truth, the Lawyer is a dog-bolt,
     An arrant worm:  and though I call him worshipfull,
     I wish him a canoniz’d Cuckold, Diego,
     Now, if my youth do dub him—­

     Die.

     He is too demure, Sir.

     Lop.

     If he do sting her home.

     Dieg.

     There’s no such matter,
     The woman was not born to so much blessedness,
     He has no heat:  study consumes his oyl, Master.

     Lop.

     Let’s leave it to the will of Fate, and presently
     Over a cup of lustie Sack, let’s prophesie. 
     I am like a man that dreamt he was an Emperour,
     Come Diego, hope, and whilst he lasts, we’ll lay it on. [Ex.

     SCENA III.

     Enter Jamy, Milanes, Arsenio.

     Jam.

     Angelo, Milanes, did you see this wonder?

     Mil.

     Yes, yes.