Bub. It is so.
Rus. Still of their learned stuff, they care for nothing,
But how to know, as negli[g]ent of their bodies
In dyet, or else, especially in their cloaths,
As if they had no change.
Pip. They have so little
As well may free them from the name of shifters.
Fis. Monsieur Latorch?
Lat. How is it, learned Gentlemen, with both your vertues?
Bub. A most happy hour, when we see you, Sir.
Lat. When you hear me then
It will be happier; the Duke greets you both
Thus, and though you may touch no mony, Father,
Yet you may take it.
Rus. 'Tis his highness bounty,
But yet to me, and these that have put off
The world, superfluous.
Fis. We have heard of late of his highness good success.
Bub. And gratulate it.