VAN. Stand there a while, and wait. [To FORTUNE.] Bright goddess, behold here again Tenacity, That humbly makes his suit to have money.
MON. For Money? ho, there! Money finds himself well:
Money now hath no liking from Fortune to dwell.
VAN. In vanum laboraverunt, come.
TEN. Now, good soot', honey, vair golden mustress,
Let poor Tenacity taste of thy goodness:
Thee che honour, thee che serve, thee che reverence,
And in thy help che put my whole confidence.
FOR. Money, you must go to him, there is no remedy.
MON. Yea, and be us'd as before with Prodigality!
TEN. Let Prodigality go to the gallows-tree!
Why, man, he and I are clean contrary.
I chill coll thee, chill cuss thee.
MON, So did he.
TEN. Chill save thee, chill spare thee, chill keep thee from wasting.
MON. So did not he.
Go to then, seeing that my mother's will is such,
To put it in adventure I may not grutch.