Lu. What Sort of an Alteration is this? Did you come hither to preach a Sermon? Prithee put on a Franciscan's Hood, and get up into a Pulpit, and then we'll hear you hold forth, my little bearded Rogue.
So. I should not think much to do that, if I could but reclaim you from this Kind of Life, that is the most shameful and miserable Life in the World.
Lu. Why so, good Man? I am born, and I must be kept; every one must live by his Calling. This is my Business; this is all I have to live on.
So. I wish with all my Heart, my Lucretia, that setting aside for a While that Infatuation of Mind, you would seriously weigh the Matter.
Lu. Keep your Preachment till another Time; now let us enjoy one another, my Sophronius.
So. You do what you do for the Sake of Gain.
Lu. You are much about the Matter.
So. Thou shalt lose nothing by it, do but hearken to me, and I'll pay you four Times over.
Lu. Well, say what you have a Mind to say.
So. Answer me this Question in the first Place: Are there any Persons that owe you any ill Will?