Fat. Here's a new way to murther men alive,
I'le choak this train: God save ye Gentlemen.
It is to you, stay: yes it is to you.
Lod. What's to me?
Fath. You are fortunate,
I cannot stand to tell you more now, meet me
Here soon, and you'l be made a man. [Exit Father.
Lod. What Vision's this?
Piso. I know not.
Lod. Well, I'le meet it,
Think you o'th' other, and let me a while
Dream of this fellow.
Piso. For the Drunkard, Lodovick,
Let me alone.
Lod. Come, let's about it then. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Clora, and Frank.