Tom. Even as you please Sir.
Seb. Bid my maid servant come, and bring my Daughter,
I will have one shall please me. [Exit servant.
Tom. 'Tis most fit Sir.
Seb. Bring me the mony there: here M. Thomas.
Enter two Servants with two bags.
I pray sit down, ye are no more my son now,
Good Gentleman be cover'd.
Tom. At your pleasure.
Seb. This mony I do give ye, because of whilom
You have been thought my son, and by my self too,
And some things done like me: ye are now another:
There is two hundred pound, a civil summe
For a young civil man: much land and Lordship
Will as I take it now, but prove temptation
To dread ye from your setled, and sweet carriage.
Tom. You say right Sir.
Seb. Nay I beseech ye cover.