Fran. Can you procure me a hundred pound?
Lan. Hark what he saies to you, O try your wits, they say you are excellent at it, for your Land has lain long bedrid, and unsensible.
Fran. And I'le forget all wrongs, you see my state, and to what wretchedness your will has brought me; but what it may be, by this benefit, if timely done, and like a noble Brother, both you and I may feel, and to our comforts.
Val. (A hundred pound!) dost thou know what thou hast said Boy?
Fran. I said a hundred pound.
Val. Thou hast said more than any man can justifie, believe it: procure a hundred pounds! I say to thee there's no such sum in nature, forty shillings there may be now i'th' Mint and that's a Treasure, I have seen five pound, but let me tell it, and 'tis as wonderful as Calves with five Legs; here's five shillings, Frank, the harvest of five weeks, and a good crop too, take it, and pay thy first fruits, I'le come down and eat it out.
Fran. 'Tis patience must meet with you Sir, not love.
Lanc. Deal roundly, and leave these fiddle faddles.
Val. Leave thy prating, thou thinkest thou art a notable wise fellow, thou and thy rotten Sparrow Hawk; two of the reverent.
Lanc. I think you are mad, or if you be not, will be, with the next moon, what would you have him do?