FATHER.
By my faith, this is none of the worst neither, for if he brawl
and be beaten for it, it will in time make him shun it: For
what brings man or child more to virtue than correction?
What reigns over him else?

UNCLE.
He is a great drinker, and one that will forget himself.

FATHER.
O best of all! vice should be forgotten; let him drink on,
so he drink not churches. Nay, and this be the worst, I
hold it rather a happiness in him, than any iniquity. Hath
he any more attendants?

UNCLE.
Brother, he is one that will borrow of any man.

FATHER.
Why, you see, so doth the sea: it borrows of all the small
currents in the world, to increase himself.

UNCLE.
Aye, but the sea pales it again, and so will never your son.

FATHER.
No more would the sea neither, if it were as dry as my son.

UNCLE.
Then, brother, I see you rather like these vices in your son,