O, is he come! I knew he would not faile me. Welcome, good Guilt-head, I muſt ha’ you doe A noble Gentleman, a courteſie, here: In a mere toy (ſome pretty Ring, or Iewell) Of fifty, or threeſcore pound (Make it a hundred, 5 And hedge in the laſt forty, that I owe you, And your owne price for the Ring) He’s a good man, Sr, And you may hap’ ſee him a great one! Hee, Is likely to beſtow hundreds, and thouſands, Wi’ you; if you can humour him. A great prince 10 He will be ſhortly. What doe you ſay?
Gvi. In truth, Sir I cannot. ’T has beene a long vacation with vs?
Fit. Of what, I pray thee? of wit? or honesty? Thoſe are your Citizens long vacations.
Plv. Good Father do not truſt ’hem.
Mer. Nay, Thom. Guilt-head. 15 Hee will not buy a courteſie and begge it: Hee’ll rather pay, then pray. If you doe for him, You muſt doe cheerefully. His credit, Sir, Is not yet proſtitute! Who’s this? thy ſonne? A pretty youth, what’s his name?
Plv. Plutarchus, Sir, 20
Mer. Plutarchus! How came that about?
Gvi. That yeere Sr, That I begot him, I bought Plutarch’s liues, And fell ſ’ in loue with the booke, as I call’d my ſonne By’his name; In hope he ſhould be like him: And write the liues of our great men!
Mer. I’ the City? [131] 25 And you do breed him, there?
Gvi. His minde, Sir, lies Much to that way.