Enter ILFORD, and a PAGE with him.
ILF. Boy, hast thou delivered my letter?
BOY. Ay, sir, I saw him open the lips on't.
ILF. He had not a new suit on, had he?
BOY. I am not so well acquainted with his wardrobe, sir; but I saw a lean fellow, with sunk eyes and shamble legs, sigh pitifully at his chamber door, and entreat his man to put his master in mind of him.
ILF. O, that was his tailor. I see now he will be blessed, he profits by my counsel: he will pay no debts, before he be arrested—nor then neither, if he can find e'er a beast that dare but be bail for him; but he will seal[359] i' th' afternoon?
BOY. Yes, sir, he will imprint for you as deep as he can.
ILF. Good, good, now have I a parson's nose, and smell tithe coming in then. Now let me number how many rooks I have half-undone already this term by the first return: four by dice, six by being bound with me, and ten by queans: of which some be courtiers, some country gentlemen, and some citizens' sons. Thou art a good Frank; if thou purgest[360] thus, thou art still a companion for gallants, may'st keep a catamite, take physic at the spring and the fall.
Enter WENTLOE.
WEN. Frank, news that will make thee fat, Frank.