Enter Uncle with a Bag.
Unc. 'Thas taken rarely, and now he's flead he will be ruled.
Lan. To him, tew him, abuse him, and nip him close.
Unc.. Why how now, Cousin, sunning your self this weather?
Val. As you see, Sir, in a hot fit, I thank my friends.
Unc. But Cousin, where are your Cloaths man? those are no inheritance, your scruple may compound with those I take it, this is no fashion, Cousin.
Val. Not much followed, I must confess; yet Uncle I determine to try what may be done next Term.
Lance. How came you thus, Sir, for you are strangely moved.
Val. Rags, toys and trifles, fit only for those fools that first possessed 'em, a[n]d to those Knaves they are rendred. Freemen, Uncle, ought to appear like innocents, old Adam, a fair Fig-leaf sufficient.
Unc. Take me with you, were these your friends, that clear'd you thus?