Wid. Yes, sir, with you: you are a brave unthrift.
Steph. Not very brave neither, yet I make a shift.
Wid. When you have a clean shirt.
Steph. I'll be no pupil to a woman. Leave your discipline.
Wid. Nay, pray you, hear me, sir, I cannot chide; I'll but give you good counsel: 'tis not a good Course that you run.
Steph. Yet I must run to th' end of it.
Wid. I would teach you a better, if you'd stay where you are.
Steph. I would stay where I am, if I had any money.
Wid. In the dicing-house?
Steph. I think so too; I have played at passage all this while, now I'd go to hazard.