_Lan._ He that has spoil'd himself, to make him sport, and by
Copie, will spoil all comes near him: buy but a Glass, if you be yet so
wealthy, and look there who?

_Val._ Well said, old Copihold.

_Lan._ My heart's good Freehold Sir, and so you'l find it, this
Gentleman's your Brother, your hopeful Brother, for there is no hope of
you, use him thereafter.

_Val._ E'ne as well as I use my self, what would'st thou have _Frank_?

_Fran._ Can you procure me a hundred pound?

_Lan._ Hark what he saies to you, O try your wits, they say you are
excellent at it, for your Land has lain long bedrid, and unsensible.

_Fran._ And I'le forget all wrongs, you see my state, and to what
wretchedness your will has brought me; but what it may be, by this
benefit, if timely done, and like a noble Brother, both you and I may
feel, and to our comforts.

_Val._ (A hundred pound!) dost thou know what thou hast said Boy?

_Fran._ I said a hundred pound.

_Val._ Thou hast said more than any man can justifie, believe it:
procure a hundred pounds! I say to thee there's no such sum in nature,
forty shillings there may be now i'th' Mint and that's a Treasure,
I have seen five pound, but let me tell it, and 'tis as wonderful as