Elder Lo. Brother dismiss these people.
Young Lo. Captain be gone a while, meet me at my old Randevouse in the evening, take your small Poet with you. Mr. Morecraft you were best go prattle with your learned Counsel, I shall preserve your mony, I was couzen'd when time was, we are quit Sir.
Wid. Better and better still.
Elder Lo. What is this fellow, Brother?
Young Lo. The thirsty Usurer that supt my Land off.
Elder Lo. What does he tarry for?
Young Lo. Sir to be Landlord of your House and State: I was bold to make a little sale Sir.
More. Am I overreach'd? if there be Law I'le hamper ye.
Elder Lo. Prethee be gone, and rave at home, thou art so base a fool I cannot laugh at thee: Sirrah, this comes of couzening, home and spare, eat Reddish till you raise your sums again. If you stir far in this, I'le have you whipt, your ears nail'd for intelligencing o'the Pillory, and your goods forfeit: you are a stale couzener, leave my house: no more.
More. A pox upon your house. Come Widow, I shall yet hamper this young Gamester.