Lan. Take it, and say nothing.

Short. You are cozen’d too, ’tis take it, and spend it.

Fran. From whom came it, Sir?

Short. Such another word, and you shall have none on’t.

Fran. I thank you, Sir, I doubly thank you.

Short. Well, Sir, then buy you better Cloaths, and get your Hat drest, and your Laundress to wash your Boots white.

Fran. Pray stay Sir, may you not be mistaken.

Short. I think I am, give me the money again, come quick, quick, quick.

Fran. I would be loth to render, till I am sure it be so.

Short. Hark in your ear, is not your name Francisco?

Fran. Yes.

Short. Be quiet then, it may Thunder a hundred times, before such stones fall:  do you not need it?

Fran. Yes.

Short. And ’tis thought you have it.

Fran. I think I have.

Short. Then hold it fast, ’tis not fly-blown, you may pay for the poundage, you forget your self, I have not seen a Gentleman so backward, a wanting Gentleman.

Fran. Your mercy, Sir.

Short. Friend, you have mercy, a whole bag full of mercy, be merry with it, and be wise.

Fran. I would fain, if it please you, but know—­

Short. It does not please me, tell over your money, and be not mad, Boy.

Val. You have no more such bags?

Short. More such there are, Sir, but few I fear for you, I have cast your water, you have wit, you need no money. [Exit.

Lan. Be not amazed, Sir, ’tis good gold, good old gold, this is restorative, and in good time, it comes to do you good, keep it and use it, let honest fingers feel it, yours be too quick Sir.

Fran. He named me, and he gave it me, but from whom.

Lan. Let ’em send more, and then examine it, this can be but a Preface.

Fran. Being a stranger, of whom can I deserve this?

Lan. Sir, of any man that has but eyes, and manly understanding to find mens wants, good men are bound to do so.

Val. Now you see, Frank, there are more wayes than certainties, now you believe:  What Plough brought you this Harvest, what sale of Timber, Coals, or what Annuities?  These feed no Hinds, nor wait the expectation of Quarterdaies, you see it showers in to you, you are an Ass, lie plodding, and lie fooling, about this Blazing Star, and that bo-peep, whining, and fasting, to find the natural reason why a Dog turns twice about before he lie down, what use of these, or what joy in Annuities, where every man’s thy study, and thy Tenant, I am ashamed on thee.

Lan. Yes, I have seen this fellow, there’s a wealthy Widow hard by.

Val. Yes marry is there.