Lan. You shall hear from us. [Exeunt Lance and Frank.
Val. This Rogue, if he had been sober, sure had beaten me, is the most tettish Knave.
Enter Uncle and Merchant, Boy with a Torch.
Unc. 'Tis he.
Mer. Good morrow.
Val. Why, Sir, good morrow to you too, and you be so lusty.
Unc. You have made your Brother a fine man, we met him.
Val. I made him a fine Gentleman, he was a fool before, brought up amongst the midst of Small-Beer-Brew-houses, what would you have with me?
Mer. I come to tell you, your latest hour is come.
Val. Are you my sentence?