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Scena VII.
Ware-house. Sea-thrift. Cypher.Ware-h.
Fetch abroad by two Gallants say you?
Cy.
Yes, Sir,
Assoone as you were gone; he only staid
To put on other clothes.
Seath.
You say my sonne
Went with em too?
Cyph.
Yes, Sir.
War.
And whether went they?
Cyph.
I followd 'em to Roseclaps Ordinary
Ware-h.
And there you left em?
Cyph.
Yes, Sir, Just before
I saw some Captaines enter.
Seath.
Well, I give
My sonne for lost, undone, past hope.
Ware-h.
There is
No more but this wee'l thither straight. You Cypher
Have your instructions.
Cyph.
Sir, let me alone
To make the story dolefull.
Ware-h.
Goe, make you ready then
Now, Mr Seathrift, you may see, what these
Exit.
Young men would doe left to themselves.
Sea-th.
My sonne
Shall know he has a sister.
Ware-h.
And my Nephew
That once he had an Uncle. To leave land
Unto an unthrift is to build on sand.
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