More. Six thousand pound Sir.
Capt. Take it, h'as overbidden by the Sun: bind him to his bargain quickly.
Young Lo. Come strike me luck with earnest, and draw the writings.
More. There's a Gods peny for thee.
Sav. Sir for my old Masters sake let my Farm be excepted, if I become his Tenant I am undone, my Children beggers, and my Wife God knows what: consider me dear Sir.
More. I'le have all or none.
Young Lo. All in, all in: dispatch the writings. [Exit with Com.
Wid. Go, thou art a pretty forehanded fellow, would thou wert wiser.
Sav. Now do I sensibly begin to feel my self a Rascal; would I could teach a School, or beg, or lye well, I am utterly undone; now he that taught thee to deceive and cousen, take thee to his mercy; so be it.
[Exit Savil.