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SCENE V.

Enter Money and Vanity.
The Song.
Money.
As light as a fly,
In pleasant iollitie:
With mirth and melodie,
Sing money, money, money.
Money, the minion, the spring of all ioy,
Money, the medicine that heales each annoy,
Money, the Iewell that man keepes in store,
Money, the Idoll that women adore.
That money am I, the fountaine of blisse,
Whereof who so tasteth, doth neuer amisse.
Money, money, money:
Sing money, money, money.

Van.
What, Money, sing you so lustily?

Mon.
I haue none other cause: who would not sing merily,
Being as I am, in such felicity,
The God of this world, so mightie of power,
As makes men, and marres men, and al in an houre?
Yea where I am, is all prosperitie,
And where I want, is nought but miserie.

Van.
Money saith reason, for so doth it fare,
Money makes masteries, old prouerbs declare.
But, Money, Of Fortune our soueraigne dame,
What newes?

Mon.
Marry sir, of purpose I hither came,
To let thee know she will forth-with be here:
And loe, alreadie see she doth appeare.

Van.
Tis true; now must I shew my diligence.
Downe Ladies, stowpe, do your reuerence.