Fran. H'as gulp'd me down Lance.
Lance. Left you no means to study?
Fran. Not a farthing: dispatcht my poor annuity I thank him, here's all the hope I have left, one bare ten shillings.
Lan. You are fit for great mens services.
Fran. I am fit, but who'le take me thus? mens miseries are now accounted stains in their natures. I have travelled, and I have studied long, observed all Kingdoms, know all the promises of Art and manners, yet that I am not bold, nor cannot flatter, I shall not thrive, all these are but vain Studies, art thou so rich as to get me a lodging Lance?
Lan. I'le sell the titles of my house else, my Horse, my Hawk, nay's death I'le pawn my wife: Oh Mr. Francis, that I should see your Fathers house fall thus!
Isab. An honest fellow.
Lan. Your Fathers house, that fed me, that bred up all my name!
Isab. A gratefull fellow.
Lan. And fall by—