Pand. Sir, what may be done by art shall be done, I wear no[t] this black cloak for nothing.
Mer. Perform this, help me to this great heir by learning, and you shall want no black cloaks; taffaties, silkgrogra[m]s, sattins and velvets are mine, they shall be yours; perform what you have promis'd, and you shall make me a lover of Sciences, I will study the learned languages, and keep my shop-book in Latine.
Pand. Trouble me not now, I will not fail you within this hour at your shop.
Mer. Let Art have her course. [Exit Mercer.
Enter Curtezan.
Pand. 'Tis well spoken, Madona.
Mad. Hast thou brought me any customers.
Pan. No.
Ma. What the devil do'st thou in black?
Pa. As all solemn professors of setled courses, doe cover my knavery with it: will you marry a citizen; Reasonably rich, and unreasonably foolish, silks in his shop, mony in his purse, and no wit in his head?