Mor. Give him mony Knight.
Young Lo. Do you begin the offering.
Mor. There poor fellow, here's an Angel for thee.
Young Lo. Art thou in earnest Morecraft?
Mor. Yes faith Knight, I'le follow thy example: thou hadst land and thousands, thou spendst, and flungst away, and yet it flows in double: I purchased, wrung, and wierdraw'd, for my wealth, lost, and was cozen'd: for which I make a vow, to trie all the waies above ground, but I'le find a constant means to riches without curses.
Young Lo. I am glad of your conversion Master Morecraft: Y'are in a fair course, pray pursue it still.
Mor. Come, we are all gallants now, I'le keep thee company; Here honest fellow, for this Gentlemans sake, there's two Angels more for thee.
Savil. God quite you Sir, and keep you long in this mind.
Young Lo. Wilt thou persevere?
Mor. Till I have a penny. I have brave cloathes a making, and two horses; canst thou not help me to a match Knight, I'le lay a thousand pound upon my crop-ear.