Volume Viii Part 71 (1/2)

But who is this? O, I know him, a scholar of our train, 'Tis Hob-a-Clunch, that comes for money again.

SCENE III.

_Enter to_ VANITY, TENACITY, FORTUNE, _and_ MONEY.

TEN. G.o.d speed, Master Fanity.

VAN. Woc.u.m,[399] Master Tenacity.

TEN. Sur, cham come once again vor money.

VAN. So me thinks.

TEN. Shall be sped now at length, trow ye?

VAN. I cannot tell ye, 'tis hard to say; Peradventure yea, peradventure nay.

TEN. How so, man?

VAN. I fear me you will spend him too fast away.

TEN. Ho, ho, ho, ho! dost thou vear that, friend Fanity?

Shalt not need, man, chill keep him safe, che warrant thee.

O, that chad him in my clutches, shouldst see, I trow, Whether chud keep him vast and safe, or no.

I pray thee, good sweet Master Fanity, Speak one good word for poor Tenacity.

VAN. And dost thou indeed so well love money?

TEN. Do my wife's bees at home, think'st thou, love honey?

VAN. What wouldst thou do with it?

TEN. [_Hesitating_.] Chud, chud, chud, chud--

VAN. _Chud, chud_! what _chud_?

TEN. Chud--do no harm at all.

VAN. No, nor much good, I think, to great nor small.

But well, put case, I procure thee to speed, You will remember your promise that I shall be fee'd.

TEN. G.o.d's vast, man, yea, chill do it, chill do it.

VAN. Stand there a while, and wait.

[_To_ FORTUNE.] Bright G.o.ddess, 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.