I would not wed that year: And you I hope,
When you have spent this year commodiously,
In atchieving Languages, will at your return
Acknowledge me more coy of parting with mine eyes,
Than such a friend: More talk I hold not now
If you dare go.

_Elder Lo._ I dare, you know: First let me kiss.

_Lady._ Farewel sweet Servant, your task perform'd,
On a new ground as a beginning Sutor,
I shall be apt to hear you.

_Elder Lo._ Farewel cruel Mistres. [_Exit_ Lady.

_Enter Young Loveless, and Savil._

_Young Lo._ Brother you'l hazard the losing your tide to _Gravesend_: you
have a long half mile by Land to _Greenewich_?

_Elder Lo._ I go: but Brother, what yet unheard of course to live, doth
your imagination flatter you with? Your ordinary means are devour'd.

_Young Lo._ Course? why Horse-coursing I think. Consume no time in this: I
have no Estate to be mended by meditation: he that busies himself about my
fortunes may properly be said to busie himself about nothing.

_Elder Lo._ Yet some course you must take, which for my satisfaction
resolve and open; if you will shape none, I must inform you that that man
but perswades himself he means to live, that imagines not the means.