Savil. Indeed his Brother's sunk sir, God be with him, a perisht man indeed, and drown'd at Sea.
Morec. How saidst thou, good my friend, his Brother drown'd?
Savil. Untimely sir, at Sea.
Morec. And thy young Master left sole Heir?
Savil. Yes Sir.
Morec. And he wants money?
Sav. Yes, and sent me to you, for he is now to be knighted.
Mor. Widow be wise, there's more Land coming, widow be very wise, and give thanks for me widow.
Widow. Be you very wise, and be knighted, and then give thanks for me Sir.
Savil. What sayes your worship to this mony?