Seeing your fair wind is changed, and there’s no hope
Left to your following, do as all knaves do,
Leave you to perish. Ah, all’s lost, all’s lost![Weeps.
Bur. (to Sen.). Business attending me at home, I go.[Going.
Agr. Thou goest! Then go, thou wooden counterfeit.
Nay, I’ll be with thee yet. (Exit Bur.) Pooh! let him go,
An ugly, one-armed, upstart, sneaking knave:
A title seeker, a subservient villain.
And thou,
Philosopher! come, teach me thy philosophy.