Lady. Against my will Sir.
Yo. Lo. Hee'l make your will amends soon, do not doubt it. But Sir I must intreat you to be better known To this converted Jew here.
Ser. Here's Beer for you Sir.
Mor. And here's for you an Angel: Pray buy no Land, 'twill never prosper Sir.
Elder Lo. How's this?
Yo. Lo. Bless you, and then I'le tell: He's turn'd Gallant.
Elder Lo. Gallant?
Yo. Lo. I Gallant, and is now called, Cutting Morecraft: The reason I'le inform you at more leisure.
Wel. O good Sir let me know him presently.
Young Lo. You shall hug one another.