The next that doth come in, he is a docter good,
Had it not been for him, I’d surely lost my blood:
Old Dives is the next, a miser you may see,
Who, by lending of his gold, is come to poverty.
So, gentlemen, you see four actors will go round;
Stand off a little while, more pastime shall be found.
[Exeunt.
Act I.—Scene II.
Enter Actors.
Room, room, brave gallants, give us room to sport,