Brew. So, sir, you have clos'd it well; if so ill it prove,
Leave it to proof, and wish not misery
Enter Stephen and Robert.
Unto your enemy. Look, here he comes.
O. Fos. You say true; 'tis my enemy indeed.
Steph. Save you, master alderman, I have some business with you.
Brew. With me, sir? and most welcome; I rejoice to see you.
Mrs Fos. Do you observe, sir, he will not know you now?
Jockey's a gentleman now.[90]
O. Fos. Well fare rich widows, when such beggars flourish;
But ill shall they fare that flourish o'er such beggars.
Mrs Fos. He laughs at you.