Calves with five Legs; here's five shillings, _Frank_, the harvest
of five weeks, and a good crop too, take it, and pay thy first fruits,
I'le come down and eat it out.

_Fran._ 'Tis patience must meet with you Sir, not love.

_Lanc._ Deal roundly, and leave these fiddle faddles.

_Val._ Leave thy prating, thou thinkest thou art a notable wise
fellow, thou and thy rotten Sparrow Hawk; two of the reverent.

_Lanc._ I think you are mad, or if you be not, will be, with the
next moon, what would you have him do?

_Val._ How?

_Lanc._ To get money first, that's to live, you have shewed him how
to want.

_Val._ 'Slife how do I live? why, what dull fool would ask that
question? three hundred three pilds more, I and live bravely: the better
half o'th' Town live most gloriously, and ask them what states they
have, or what Annuities, or when they pray for seasonable Harvests: thou
hast a handsome Wit, stir into the world, _Frank_, stir, stir for
shame, thou art a pretty Scholar: ask how to live? write, write, write
any thing, the World's a fine believing World, write News.

_Lan._ Dragons in _Sussex_, Sir, or fiery Battels seen in the
Air at _Aspurge_.