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SCENE III.

Enter Tenacitie, Vanitie, Fortune, and Money.
Ten.
God speed, Mast Fanitie.

Van.
Wocum, Mast Tenacitie.

Ten.
Sur, cham come once againe vor money.

Van.
So me thinks.

Ten.
Shals be sped now at length trow ye?

Van.
I cannot tell ye, tis hard to say;
Peraduenture yea, peraduenture nay.

Ten.
How so man?

Van.
I feare me you will spend him too fast away.

Ten.
Hoh, hoh, ho, ho, dost thou veare, that friend Fanitie?
Shalt not need man, chill keepe him safe, che warrant thee.
Oh that chad him in my clouches, shoudst see I tro,
Whether chud keepe him vast and safe or no.
I pray thee, good sweet Mast Fanitie,
Speake one good word for poore Tenacity.

Van.
And dost thou indeed so well loue money?

Ten.
Doe my wiues Bees at home, thinkst thou, loue honey?

Van.
What wouldst thou doe with it?

Ten.
Chud chud, chud, chud.

Van.
Chud, chud, what chud?

Ten.
Chud doe no harme at all.

Van.
No, nor much good (I thinke) to great nor small.
But well, put case I procure thee to speed,
You will remember your promise that I shall be fee'd.

Ten.
Gods vast, man, yea chill doe it, chill doe it.

Van.
Stand there a while and wayte.
Bright goddesse, behold here againe Tenacity,
That humbly makes his sute to haue money.

Money.
For money? ho there: money findes himselfe well:
Money now hath no liking from Fortune to dwell.

Van.
In vanum laborauerunt, come.

Ten.
Now good soote, hony, vaire, golden mustresse,
Let poore Tenacitie taste of thy goodnesse:
Thee che honour, thee che serue, thee che reuerence,
And in thy help, che put my whole confidence.

For.
Money, you must goe to him, there is no remedy.

Money.
Yea, and be vs'd as before with Prodigalitie.

Ten.
Let Prodigalitie goe to the gallowes tree:
Why man, he and I are cleane contrary?
I chill coll thee, chill cusse thee.

Money.
So did he.

Ten.
Chill saue thee, chill spare thee, chill keepe thee from wasting.

Money.
So did not he.
Goe to then, seeing that my mothers will is such,
To put in aduenture I may not grutch.

Ten.
Oh, my sweeting, my darling, my chewel, my ioy,
My pleasure, my treasure, mine owne prettie boy.

Mon.
How now? what meane you by this, Tenacitie?

Ten.
Oh, forbid me not to kisse my sweete Money.
Varewell, Vortune: and Vortune, che thanke thee alway.
Come on, surra, chill make you vast, bum vay.

Mon.
What with ropes? what needes that?

Ten.
Vor veare of robbing by the high way.
La, mi, fa sol, fa, sol, mi, fa, re, mi.

Here Tenacity goeth to the Iune for his Asse.
Exit.