[Enter old Flowerdale and his brother.]

FATHER.
Brother, from Venice, being thus disguised,
I come to prove the humours of my son.
How hath he borne himself since my departure,
I leaving you his patron and his guide?

UNCLE.
Ifaith, brother, so, as you will grieve to hear,
And I almost ashamed to report it.


FATHER.
Why, how ist, brother? what, doth he spend beyond
the allowance I left him?

UNCLE.
How! beyond that? and far more: why, your exhibition
is nothing. He hath spent that, and since hath borrowed;
protested with oaths, alleged kindred to wring money
from me,--by the love I bore his father, by the fortunes
might fall upon himself, to furnish his wants: that done,
I have had since his bond, his friend and friend's bond.
Although I know that he spends is yours; yet it grieves
me to see the unbridled wildness that reins over him.

FATHER.
Brother, what is the manner of his life? how is the name