Foresight.

FORE. Ay, indeed, Sir Sampson, a great deal of money for a young
man; I wonder what he can do with it!

SIR SAMP. Body o' me, so do I. Hark ye, Valentine, if there be too
much, refund the superfluity; dost hear, boy?

VAL. Superfluity, sir? It will scarce pay my debts. I hope you
will have more indulgence than to oblige me to those hard conditions
which my necessity signed to.

SIR SAMP. Sir, how, I beseech you, what were you pleased to
intimate, concerning indulgence?

VAL. Why, sir, that you would not go to the extremity of the
conditions, but release me at least from some part.

SIR SAMP. Oh, sir, I understand you--that's all, ha?

VAL. Yes, sir, all that I presume to ask. But what you, out of
fatherly fondness, will be pleased to add, shall be doubly welcome.

SIR SAMP. No doubt of it, sweet sir; but your filial piety, and my
fatherly fondness would fit like two tallies. Here's a rogue,
brother Foresight, makes a bargain under hand and seal in the
morning, and would be released from it in the afternoon; here's a
rogue, dog, here's conscience and honesty; this is your wit now,
this is the morality of your wits! You are a wit, and have been a
beau, and may be a--why sirrah, is it not here under hand and seal--