Wi. Hold for thy buttons sake, the knave's transported.
Lur. Jack Wildbrain?
Wild. Honest Tom, how thrives the fellonious world with thee now?
Lur. You look and talk as you were much exalted.
Wild. Th'art i'th' right Tom. I'll tell thee first,
I ha shook off my Aunt, and yet I live still,
And drink, and sing; her house had like to ha spoil'd me;
I keep no hours now;
Nor need any false key
To the old womans Cabinets, I ha money
Upon my word, and pawn no oaths to th' Butler.
No matrimonial protestations
For Sack-possets to the Chambermaid,
I praise my Fate, there be more ways to th' wood Tom.
Lur. Prethee release my wonder.
Wild. I'll increase it, wipe thine eyes,
Here is a chain worth money, and some man had it,
A foolis[h] Diamond, and other trifles—
Lur. The very same, Oh Gipsey! Infidel!
All that I sweat, and ventur'd my neck for,
He has got already; who would trust a strumpet:
Wild. This? This is nothing to what I possess
At home.
Lur. What home?