imprudent, loose, eh? William, I regret the old man
hath heard of these things.

_Will._ My master is a very Puritan, sir!

_Basil._ [_Aside._] Let his worth go begging, then--but
he will soon be bad as his fortunes demand. Your
poverty-stricken gentlemen were better on the coast of
Barbary than in this civilized country. And whatever
he do, he shall be judged harshly. [_Aloud to William._]

I doubt not--Lies, lies; I said so at the time. Then
you see my cousin Florence, a simple girl, trembles
at his very name. You cannot wonder at it;--such
stories have been told. Confess now, William, thy
master hath been a prodigal. Doth he pay thy wages?
Thou art scurvily clad. I have a place now--as it were.

_Will._ I desire no better, sir! I thank you, than
where I am.

_Basil._ Oh! I did not mean unless you had left my
brother first. Now, he desireth a thousand pound.
Simply I have it not. There is no rent paid now.
I would he had written rather than come. I will
give him five hundred that I have, if he will pledge
me his honourable word to leave England for five
years. Are there not wars abroad whereby men live?--

_Will._ And die!