_Val._ A match then, lay me down fifty pounds there.

_Unc._ There it is, Sir.

_Val._ And on it write, that you are pleased to give this, as due
unto my merit, without caution of land redeeming, tedious thanks, or
thrift hereafter to be hoped for.

_Unc._ How? [Luce _lays a Suit and Letter at the door._

_Val._ Without daring, when you are drunk, to relish of revilings,
to which you are prone in Sack, Uncle.

_Unc._ I thank you, Sir.

_Lance._ Come, come away, let the young wanton play a while, away I
say, Sir, let him go forward with his naked fashion, he will seek you
too morrow; goodly weather, sultry hot, sultry, how I sweat!

_Unc._ Farewel, Sir. [_Exeunt_ Uncle _and_ Lance.

_Val._ Would I sweat too, I am monstrous vext, and cold too; and
these are but thin pumps to walk the streets in; clothes I must get,
this fashion will not fadge with me; besides, 'tis an ill winter
wear,--What art thou? yes, they are clothes, and rich ones, some fool
has left 'em: and if I should utter--what's this paper here? Let these
be only worn by the most noble and deserving Gentleman _Valentine,_--dropt
out o'th' clouds! I think they are full of gold too; well, I'le leave
my wonder, and be warm again, in the next house I'le shift. [_Exit._