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Scena I.

Ware-house. Seathrift.
I Promise you 'twill be a most rare plot.

Ware-h.
The Citty, Mr Seathrift, never yet
Brought forth the like; J would have them that have
Fin'd twice for Sheriffe mend it.

Seath.
Mend it? Why
Tis past the wit oth' Court of Aldermen.
Next Merchant Taylor that writes Chronicles
Will put us in.

Ware-h.
For, since I tooke him home,
Though, Sir, my Nephew, as you may observe,
Seeme quite transfigur'd, be as dutifull
As a new prentice; in his talke declaime
Gainst revelling Companions, be as hard
To be entic'd from home as my doore posts;
This reformation may but be his part,
And he may act his vertues. I have not
Forgot his riots at the Temple. You know Sr ---

Seath.
You told me Mr Warehouse.

Ware-h.
Not the sea
When it devour'd my ships cost me so much
As did his vanities. A voyage to th'Indyes
Has been lost in a night. His dayly suits
Were worth more then the stock that set me up.
For which he knew none but the Silk-mans book,
And studied that more then the Law. He had
His Loves too, and his Mistresses; was enterd
Among the philosophicall Madams, was
As great with them as their Concerners, and I heare
Kept one of them in pension.

Seath.
My sonne too
Hath had his Errours; I could tell the time
When all the wine which I put off by whole sale
He took againe in quarts, and at the day
Vintners have paid me with his large scores. But
He is reformed too.

Ware-h.
Sr, we now are friends
In a designe.

Seath.
And hope to be in time
Friends in Allyance, Sir.

Ware-h.
Ile be free,
I think well of your sonne.

Seath.
Who, Timothy?
Believ't a vertuous boy, and for his sister
A very Saint.

Ware-h.
Mistake me not, I have
The like opinion of my Nephew Sir,
Yet he is young, and so is your sonne, nor
Doth the Church-book say they are past our feares.
Our presence is their bridle now: Tis good
To know them well whom we doe make our Heires.

Seath.
It is most true.

Ware-h.
Well, and how shall wee knowe
How They will use their fortune, or what place
We have in their affection without tryall?
Some wise men build their own Tombes, let us try
If we were dead whether our Heires vvould cry,
Or their long clokes: this plot vvill do't.

Seath.
Twill make us
Famous upon the Exchange for ever. Ile home
And take leave of my vvife and sonne.

Ware-h.
And Ile
Come to you at your Garden house vvithin there.

Ex. Seath.
Enter Cypher.