Young Lo. You must not like him then.
Enter Elder Love.
Elder Lo. By your leave Gentlemen?
Young Lo. By my troth sir you are welcom, welcom faith: Lord what a stranger you are grown; pray know this Gentlewoman, and if you please these friends here: we are merry, you see the worst on't; your house has been kept warm Sir.
Elder Lo. I am glad to hear it Brother, pray God you are wise too.
Young Lo. Pray Mr. Morecraft know my elder Brother, and Captain do you complement. Savil I dare swear is glad at heart to see you; Lord, we heard Sir you were drown'd at Sea, and see how luckily things come about!
More. This mony must be paid again Sir.
Young Lo. No Sir, pray keep the Sale, 'twill make good Tailors measures; I am well I thank you.
Wid. By my troth the Gentleman has stew'd him in his own Sawce, I shall love him for't.
Sav. I know not where I am, I am so glad: your worship is the welcom'st man alive; upon my knees I bid you welcome home: here has been such a hurry, such a din, such dismal Drinking, Swearing and Whoring, 'thas almost made me mad: we have all liv'd in a continual Turnbal-street; Sir, blest be Heaven, that sent you safe again, now shall I eat and go to bed again.