Stral.‍Better in rest than purse:

Mine inn is like to cost me dear.

Gab.‍I heard

Of your late loss; but 'tis a trifle to

One of your order.

Stral.‍You would hardly think so,

Were the loss yours.

Gab.‍I never had so much

(At once) in my whole life, and therefore am not

Fit to decide. But I came here to seek you.