DICK

Fellow Tomkin, I think this world is made of flint; Ther's neither money, nor wares, worth money in't. What Dandeline mine Hostis, what make you here? And I came of purpose to seek Prodigality. I of my fidelity. As soon as I can find him. Goo home before, make all things very fine. Farewell. Who? to, go to. Tom, now to the purpose where first we began. A gospel in thy mouth, Tom, for it never went worse. Master money hath left me never a penny in my purse. I pray thee tell me, is this brave Prodigality, So full of money as he is said to be? And will he lash it out so lustily? Then may such mates as we that be so bore, Hope some way or other to catch a share. In order then bravely. Sir, here be they that care not for your money, So much as for your merry company. Then if you please, with some sweet roisting harmony, Let us begin the utas of our jollity. Out of all doubt, , he is not gone yonder way. Why sure, Prodigality, it can be no other, But he is returned to Fortune his mother. Swounds, sir, he mocks you. What a prodigious knave, what a slave is this? Sir, you see it boots not. Marry, sir, be ruled by me, I'll show you a trick, How you may have him quickly. Scale the walls, in at the window, by force fetched him. Here is a ladder. God a mercy good halter, or else you had been yoked. Good, and God will. A more monstrous beast, a beast more unwieldy, Since first I was born, yet never beheld I. Nay, rather a suppository. I think that some of these should do him good. Ask the Physician. Come on, my sweet Money, we must have a mean, To turn this foggy fat, to a finer lean, Zounds, we are undone, Prodigality, The Constables come after with hue and cry.