Enter two Servants.
1 Ser. This cloak and hat Sir, and my Masters love.
Val. Commend's to thy Master, and take that, and leave 'em at my lodging.
1 Ser. I shall do it Sir.
Val. I do not think of these things.
2 Ser. Please you Sir, I have gold here for you.
Val. Give it me, drink that and commend me to thy Master; look you Uncle, do I beg these?
Unc. No sure, 'tis your worth, Sir.
Val. 'Tis like enough, but pray satisfie me, are not these ways as honest as persecuting the starved inheritance, with musty Corn, the very rats were fain to run away from, or felling rotten wood by the pound, like spices, which Gentlemen do after burn by th' ounces? do not I know your way of feeding beasts with grains, and windy stuff, to blow up Butchers? your racking Pastures, that have eaten up as many singing Shepherds, and their issues, as Andeluzia breeds? these are authentique, I tell you Sir, I would not change ways with you, unless it were to sell your state that hour, and if it were possible to spend it then too, for all your Beans in Rumnillo, now you know me.
Unc. I would you knew your self, but since you are grown such a strange enemy to all that fits you, give me leave to make your Brothers fortune.