a great lustre, look you uncle, motion and majesty.

_Unc._ I am confounded.

_Fran._ I am of his faith.

_Val._ Walk by his careless kinsman, and turn again and walk, and
look thus Uncle, taking some one by the hand, he loves best, leave them
to the mercy of the hog-market, come _Frank_, Fortune is now my
friend, let me instruct thee.

_Fran._ Good morrow Uncle, I must needs go with him.

_Val._ Flay me, and turn me out where none inhabits, within two
hours I shall be thus again, now wonder on, and laugh at your own
ignorance. [_Ex._ Val. _and_ Franc.

_Unc._ I do believe him.

_Lan._ So do I, and heartily upon my conscience, burie him stark
naked, he would rise again, within two hours imbroidered: sow
mustard-seeds, and they cannot come up so thick as his new sattens do,
and clothes of silver, there's no striving.

_Unc._ Let him play a while then, and let's search out what hand:--

_Lan._ I, there the game lies. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Fountain, Bellamore, _and_ Harebrain.