[Exeunt Hand in Hand.
SCENE, Whitehall.
Enter Young Fashion, Lory, and Waterman.
Young Fash. Come, pay the Waterman, and take the Pormanteau.
Lory. Faith, Sir, I think the Waterman had as good take the Portmanteau, and pay himself.
Young Fash. Why sure there's something left in't.
Lory. But a solitary old Waistcoat, upon my Honour, Sir.
Young Fash. Why, what's become of the blue Coat, Sirrah?
Lory. Sir, 'twas eaten at Gravesend; the Reckoning came to thirty Shillings, and your Privy-Purse was worth but two Half-Crowns.
Young Fash. 'Tis very well.