DAND. Farewell to Tomkin, too?
TOSS. Farewell, sweet Dandaline.
DAND. But, hear ye? bring him.
DICER. Who?
DAND. Tush, a God's name, you know who!
I mean the gentleman.
DICER. Go to, go to. [DANDALINE exit.
Tom, now to the purpose where first we began.
TOSS. Cast care away, Dick; I'll make thee a man.
DICER. A gospel in thy mouth, Tom, for it never went worse.
Master Money hath left me never a penny in my purse.
TOSS. 'Twill be better, Dick, shalt see, very shortly.
DICER. I pray thee, tell me is this brave Prodigality,
So full of money as he is said to be?