Cred. I shall think, Cozen,
O' your poach't Scholar, while I live.
Enter Servant.
Serv. Master Credulous,
Your Uncle wills you to forbear the House,
You must with me, I'm charg'd to see you plac'd
In some new lodging about Theeving Lane,
What the conceit's, I know not, but commands you
To be seen here no more, till you hear further.
Cred. Here's a strange welcome, Sir.
Wit. This is the World, Cozen;
When a Man's fame's once poyson'd, fare thee well Lad.
[Exit Cred. and Servant.
This is the happiest cheat I e'er claim'd share in,
It has a two-fold fortune, gets me coyne,
And puts him out of grace, that stood between me,
My fathers Cambridge Jewel, much suspected
To be his Heir, now there's a bar in's hopes.
Enter Ruinous, and Lady Gentry.
Ruin. It chinks, make haste.
Lady. The Goat at Smithfield Pens.