Volume Viii Part 71 (2/2)

TEN. Now, good soot', honey, vair golden mustress, Let poor Tenacity taste of thy goodness: Thee che honour, thee che serve, thee che reverence, And in thy help che put my whole confidence.

FOR. Money, you must go to him, there is no remedy.

MON. Yea, and be us'd as before with Prodigality!

TEN. Let Prodigality go to the gallows-tree!

Why, man, he and I are clean contrary.

I chill coll thee, chill cuss thee.

MON, So did he.

TEN. Chill save thee, chill spare thee, chill keep thee from wasting.

MON. So did not he.

Go to then, seeing that my mother's will is such, To put it in adventure I may not grutch.

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, b.u.m 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 a.s.s_.

SCENE IV.

_Enter_ PRODIGALITY, d.i.c.k 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.

d.i.c.k. Out of all doubt, Prodigality, he is not gone yonder way.

PROD. Then seek some other course, make here no stay.

He must be found out, there is no remedy.

Thou know'st in what pickle we stand without Money.

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