3Rother, from Venice, being thus disguis'd,

4I come to prove the humours of my son:

5How hath he born himself since my departure,

6I leaving you his patron and his guide?

7Unc. Ifaith, brother, so as you will grieve to hear,

8And I almost asham'd to report it.

9Fath. Why how is't, brother? what doth he spend

10Beyond the allowance I left him?

11Unc. How! beyond that? and far more: why, your

12exibition is nothing, he hath spent that, and since hath

13borrowed, protested with oaths, alledged kindred to

14wring money from me, by the love I bore his father, by

15the fortunes might fall upon himself, to furnish his wants:

16that done, I have had since, his bond, his friend and friends

17bond, although I know that he spends is yours; yet it

18grieves me to see the unbridled wildnesse that raigns over

19him.

20Fath. Brother, what is the manner of his life? how is

21the name of his offences? if they do not rellish altoge-

22ther of damnation, his youth may priviledge his wan-

23tonnesse: I my self ran an unbridled course till thirty, nay

24almost till forty; well, you see how I am: for vice once

25looked into with the eyes of discretion, and well ballanced

26with the weights of reason, the course past, seems so abo-

27minable, that the Landlord of himself, which is the heart

28of his body, will rather intombe himself in the earth,

29or seek a new Tenant to remain in him, which once set-

30tled, how much better are they that in their youth have

31known all these vices, and left it, then those that knew

32little, and in their age runs into it? Belive me, brother,

33they that die most vertuous, hath in their youth, lived

34most vicious, and none knows the danger of the fire, more

35then he that falls into it: But say, how is the course of

36his life? let's hear his particulars.

37Unc. Why I'le tell you, brother, he is a continual swearer,

38And a breaker of his oaths, which is bad.

39Fath. I grant indeed to swear is bad, but not in keeping

40those oaths is better: for who will set by a bad thing?

41Nay by my faith, I hold this rather a vertue then a vice,

42Well, I pray proceed.

43Unc. He is a mighty brawler, and comes commonly

44by the worst.

45Fath. By my faith this is none of the worst neither,

46for if he brawl and be beaten for it, it will in time make

47him shun it: For what brings a man or child, more

48to vertue, then correction? What raigns over him else?

49Unc. He is a great drinker, and one that will forget

50himself.

52So he drink not Churches.

54Then any iniquity. Hath he any more attendants?

55Unc. Brother, he is one that will borrow of any man.

57Currents in the world, to encrease himself.

58Un. I, but the sea paies it again, & so will never your son.

59Fath. No more would the sea neither, if it were as dry

60as my son.

62Then any way condemne them.

63Fath. Nay mistake me not, brother, for though I slur

64them over now,

65As things slight and nothing, his crimes being in the bud,

66It would gall my heart, they should ever raign in him.

67Flow. Ho! who's within ho?

69Unc. That's your son, he is come to borrow more

70money.

71Fath. For Godsake give it out I am dead, see how he'll

72take it,

73Say I have brought you news from his father.

74I have here drawn a formal will, as it were from my self,

75Which I'le deliver him.

76Unc. Go too, brother, no more: I will.

78Unc. Let my cousin in there.

79Fath. I am a Saylor come from Venice, and my name

80is Christopher.

82Flow. By the Lord, in truth Uncle.

83Unc. In truth would a serv'd, cousin, without the Lord.

84Flow. By your leave, Uncle, the Lord is the Lord of

85truth.

86A couple of rascalls at the gate, set upon me for my purse.

87Unc. Yournever come, but you bring a brawl in your

88mouth.

90Unc. Give my cousin some small beer here.

91Flow. Nay look you, you turn it to a jest now, by

92this light,

94I should have his daughter Luce, and for scurvy

95Ten pound, a man shall lose nine hundred three-score