as honest as persecuting the starved inheritance, with musty Corn, the
very rats were fain to run away from, or felling rotten wood by the
pound, like spices, which Gentlemen do after burn by th' ounces? do not
I know your way of feeding beasts with grains, and windy stuff, to blow
up Butchers? your racking Pastures, that have eaten up as many singing
Shepherds, and their issues, as _Andeluzia_ breeds? these are
authentique, I tell you Sir, I would not change ways with you, unless it
were to sell your state that hour, and if it were possible to spend it
then too, for all your Beans in _Rumnillo_, now you know me.

_Unc._ I would you knew your self, but since you are grown such a
strange enemy to all that fits you, give me leave to make your Brothers
fortune.

_Val._ How?

_Unc._ From your mortgage, which yet you may recover, I'le find the
means.

_Val._ Pray save your labour Sir, my Brother and my self will run
one fortune, and I think what I hold a meer vexation, cannot be safe
for him, I love him better, he has wit at will, the world has means,
he shall live without this trick of state, we are heirs both, and all
the world before us.

_Unc._ My last offer, and then I am gone.

_Val._ What is't, and then I'le answer.

_Unc._ What think you of a wife yet to restore you, and tell me