TEN. O my sweeting, my darling, my chewel, my joy,
My pleasure, my treasure, mine own pretty boy.
MON. How now? what mean you by this, Tenacity.
TEN. O, forbid me not to kiss my sweet Money.
Varewell, Vortune; and, Vortune, che thank thee alway.
Come on, surrah, chill make you vast, bum vay.
MON. What, with ropes? what needs that?
TEN. Vor vear of robbing by the highway. La, mi, fa, sol, fa; sol, mi, fa, re, mi.
[Exit TENACITY, and goeth to the inn for his ass.
SCENE IV.
Enter PRODIGALITY, DICK DICER, VANITY, and
[to them afterwards] TOM TOSS.
PROD. O monstrous, vile, filthy luck! see, in the twinkling of an eye,
Scarce knowing which way, I have quite lost my Money.
DICK. Out of all doubt, Prodigality, he is not gone yonder way.