Zab. They are yours; They wait on you.
Ar. I never yet remember I kept such faces, nor that I was ever able To maintain so many.
Zab. Now you are, and shall be.
Ar. You'l say this house is mine too?
Zab. Say it? swear it.
Ar. And all this wealth?
Zab. This is the least you see Sir.
Ar. Why, where has this been hid these thirtie years?
For certainly I never found I was wealthie
Till this hour, never dream'd of house, and Servants.
I had thought I had been a younger Brother, a poor Gent.
I may eat boldly then.
Zab. 'Tis prepar'd for ye.
Ar. The taste is perfect, and most delicate:
But why for me? give me some wine, I do drink;
I feel it sensibly, and I am here,
Here in this glorious place: I am bravely us'd too,
Good Gentle Sir, give me leave to think a little,
For either I am much abus'd—