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Scena. VII.

Dotario, Carelesse, Fido.
Dot.

Shall I speake or hold my peace?


Car.

E'ne which you please, good Vncle.


Dot.

I tis all one to you, for any impression I shall make:
would I could refraine to take notice of thee, but still nature
over swayes me, and affection breaks out into counsell but to
no purpose.


Car.
Troth vncle youth will haue his swing.

Dot.

I upon a Gallowes, if you hold on, that will bee the
end of you. That I should liue to see my brothers goods so



mispent, the life of his labours suckt out by such Horseleaches.


Car.

Horseleaches, doe you know what you say? no, you
doe not apprehend the worth that dwels in these men: to see
how a man may be mistaken in the distinction of vertue.


Fid.

Nay sir, tis as I told you, you may as soone recall an arrow
when tis flying, or a stone from præcipice, as reclaime him.


Car.

Oh vncle, that you should thus carpe at my happines,
and traduce my Camradoes, men of such spirit and valour.


Dot.

Yes, Captaine and Lieutenant, how a vengeance
came they by these titles? fellowes that haue beene onely
flesht in the ruine of blacke pots, and glasse windowes, the
very skum of all rudenesse.


Car.

Haue you any money about you?


Dot.

What to doe?


Car.

Bribe me to keepe counsell: you are but a dead man
if they know on't: you haue puft out your soule in their calumnies.


Fid.

Hang them fellowes so sordid, that no disgrace can
sticke upon them, they are choyse company; for there's hardly
the like of them. A man cannot discerne the ground of
their discourse for oaths, unlesse you were divorc'd from all
reason, you would not be wedded to such acquaintance.


Car.

Why how now mungrell, are you barking? by this
ayre tis an indignity to my discretion, that is so happy in the
election of their vertues: the onely prime wits in towne,
things come so rarely from them, a man is kept in a perpetuall
appetite. I would not let them stay to offend you, neither can
I endure their reproach. Farewell vncle.

Exit Carelesse.

Dot.

Well I will not trouble my selfe any more to looke
after him, Ile marry, and thrust him out of all, that's the conclusion.