SCAR. Gentlemen, welcome to Yorkshire.
ILF. And well-encountered, my little villain of fifteen hundred a year. 'Sfoot, what makest thou here in this barren soil of the North, when thy honest friends miss thee at London?
SCAR. Faith, gallants, 'tis the country where my father lived, where first I saw the light, and where I am loved.
ILF. Loved! ay, as courtiers love usurers, and that is just as long as they lend them money. Now, dare I lay—
WEN. None of your land, good knight, for that is laid to mortgage already.
ILF. I dare lay with any man, that will take me up.
WEN. Who list to have a lubberly load. [Sings this.[334]
ILF. Sirrah wag, this rogue was son and heir to Antony Now-now[335] and Blind Moon. And he must needs be a scurvy musician, that hath two fiddlers to his fathers: but tell me, in faith, art thou not—nay, I know thou art, called down into the country here by some hoary knight or other who, knowing thee a young gentleman of good parts and a great living, hath desired thee to see some pitiful piece of his workmanship —a daughter, I mean. Is't not so?
SCAR. About some such preferment I came down.
ILF. Preferment's a good word. And when do you commence into the cuckold's order—the preferment you speak of? when shall we have gloves;[336] when, when?