Isab. Is this true, wench? gone on so short a warning! what trick is this? she never told me of it, it must not be, sirra, attend me presently, you know I have been a carefull friend unto you, attend me in the Hall, and next be faithful, cry not, we shall not go.
Short. Her Coach may crack.
Enter Valentine, Francisco, and Lance.
Val. Which way to live! how darest thou come to town, to ask such an idle question?
Fran. Me thinks 'tis necessary, unless you could restore that Annuitie you have tipled up in Taverns.
Val. Where hast thou been, and how brought up Francisco, that thou talkest thus out of France? thou wert a pretty fellow, and of a handsom knowledge; who has spoiled thee?
Lan. He that has spoil'd himself, to make him sport, and by Copie, will spoil all comes near him: buy but a Glass, if you be yet so wealthy, and look there who?
Val. Well said, old Copihold.
Lan. My heart's good Freehold Sir, and so you'l find it, this Gentleman's your Brother, your hopeful Brother, for there is no hope of you, use him thereafter.
Val. E'ne as well as I use my self, what would'st thou have Frank?