Por. They are too high fed, Madam,
Their stomachs are a sleep yet.
Alin. Serve 'em plentifully,
Or I'le serve you out next: even out o' doors, sirrah;
And serve 'em quickly too.
Beg. Heaven bless the Lady.
Alin. Bless the good end I mean it for.
Jul. I would I knew it:
If it be for any mans sake, I'le cry Amen too.
Well, Madam, ye have even as pretty a port of Pensioners.
Alin. Vain-glory would seek more, and handsomer.
But I appeal to vertue what my end is; [Ex. Beggers.
What men are these?
Jul. It seems they are holy Pilgrims:
That handsome youth should suffer such a penance,
Would I were even the Saint they make their vowes to,
How easily I would grant!
Pil. Heavens grace in-wheel ye:
And all good thoughts, and prayers dwell about ye,
Abundance be your friend; and holy charity
Be ever at your hand to crown ye glorious.
Alin. I thank ye, Sir; peace guide your travels too,
And what you wish for most, end all your troubles;
Remember me by this: and in your prayers
When your strong heart melts, meditate my poor fortunes.
Pil. All my Devotions wait upon your service.