Act. IJ. Scene. I.
Meer-craft. Fitz-dottrel. Ingine.
Traines. Pvg.
Sir, money’s a whore, a bawd, a drudge; Fit to runne out on errands: Let her goe. Via pecunia! when ſhe’s runne and gone, And fled and dead; then will I fetch her, againe, With Aqua-vitæ, out of an old Hogs-head! 5 While there are lees of wine, or dregs of beere, I’le neuer want her! Coyne her out of cobwebs, Duſt, but I’ll haue her! Raiſe wooll vpon egge-ſhells, Sir, and make graſe grow out o’ marro-bones. To make her come. (Commend mee to your Miſtreſſe, 10 To a waiter. Say, let the thouſand pound but be had ready, And it is done) I would but ſee the creature (Of fleſh, and blood) the man, the prince, indeed, That could imploy ſo many millions As I would help him to.
Fit. How, talks he? millions? 15
Mer. (I’ll giue you an account of this to morrow.) Yes, I will talke no leſſe, and doe it too; To another. If they were Myriades: and without the Diuell, By direct meanes, it ſhall be good in law.
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Mer. Tell Mr. Wood-cock, I’ll not faile to meet him 20 To a third. Vpon th’ Exchange at night. Pray him to haue The writings there, and wee’ll diſpatch it. Sir, He turnes to Fitz-dottrel. You are a Gentleman of a good preſence, A handſome man (I haue conſidered you) As a fit ſtocke to graft honours vpon: 25 I haue a proiect to make you a Duke, now. That you muſt be one, within ſo many moneths, As I ſet downe, out of true reaſon of ſtate, You ſha’ not auoyd it. But you muſt harken, then.