Blood. Look, look; now he's come for more money.
Wid. A very hopeful house to match into, wench; the father a knave, one son a drunkard, and t'other a fool. [Aside.
Tim. O monster, father! Look if he be not drunk; the very sight of him makes me long for a cup of six.[12]
Alex. Pray, father, pray to God to bless me. [To Tim.
Blood. Look, look! takes his brother for his father!
Sim. Alas, sir! when the drink's in, the wit's out? and none but wise children know their own fathers.
Tim. Why, I am none of your father, brother; I am Tim; do you know Tim?
Alex. Yes, umph—for a coxcomb.
Wid. How wild he looks! Good sir, we'll take our leaves.
Blood. Shalt not go, faith, widow: you cheater, rogue; must I have my friends frighted out of my house by you? Look he[13] steal nothing to feast his bawds. Get you out, sirrah! there are constables, beadles, whips, and the college of extravagants, yclept Bridewell, you rogue; you rogue, there is, there is, mark that.