Sir Gr. What two qualities are here cast away upon two poor fellows, if a man had um that could maintain um? what a double man were that, if these two fellows might be bought and sodden, and boil'd to a jelly, and eaten fasting every morning, I do not think but a man should find strange things in his stomach.
Old K. Come Sir, joyn your charity with mine, and we'll make up a couple of pence bewixt us.
Sir Gr. If a man could have a pennyworth for his penny, I would bestow more money with 'em.
Witty. Save you Gentlemen, how now? what are you encount'red here? what fellows are these?
Old K. Faith Sir, here's Mars and Mercury, a pair of poor Planets it seems, that Jupiter has turn'd out to live by their wits, and we are e'en about a little spark of charity to kindle um a new fire.
Witty. Stay, pray you stay Sir, you may abuse your charity, nay, make that goodness in you no better than a vice; so many deceivers walk in these shadows now a days; that certainly your bounties were better spilt than reserv'd to so lewd and vicious uses; which is he that professes the Soldier?
Ruin. He that professes his own profession, Sir, and the dangerous life he hath led in it, this pair of half score years.
Witty. In what services have you been, Sir?
Ruin. The first that flesht me a Soldier, Sir, was that great battel at Alcazar in Barbary, where the noble English Stukely fell, and where that royal Portugal Sebastian ended his untimely days.