had as good a Living Sir, as this
fellow could lie you out of, he has a notable gift in't.

_Young Lo_. This ministers the smoak, and this the Muses.

_Sav_. And you the Cloaths, and Meat, and Money, you have a goodly
generation of 'em, pray let them multiply, your Brother's house is big
enough, and to say truth, h'as too much Land, hang it durt.

_Young Lo_. Why now thou art a loving stinkard. Fire off thy Annotations
and thy Rent-books, thou hast a weak brain _Savil_, and with the next long
Bill thou wilt run mad. Gentlemen, you are once more welcome to three
hundred pounds a year; we will be freely merry, shall we not?

_Capt_. Merry as mirth and wine, my lovely _Loveless_.

_Poet_. A serious look shall be a Jury to excommunicate any man from our
company.

_Tra_. We will not talk wisely neither?

_Young Lo_. What think you Gentlemen by all this Revenue in Drink?

_Capt_. I am all for Drink.

_Tra_. I am dry till it be so.

_Poet_. He that will not cry Amen to this, let him live sober, seem wise,
and dye o'th' _Coram_.

_Young Lo_. It shall be so, we'l have it all in Drink, let Meat and
Lodging go, they are transitory, and shew men meerly mortal: then we'l
have Wenches, every one his Wench, and every week a fresh one: we'l keep
no powdered flesh: all these we have by warrant, under the title of things
necessary. Here upon this place I ground it, The obedience of my people,
and all necessaries: your opinions Gentlemen?

_Capt_. 'Tis plain and evident that he meant Wenches.

_Sav_. Good Sir let me expound it?

_Capt_. Here be as sound men, as your self Sir.

_Poet_. This do I hold to be the interpretation of it: In this word
Necessary, is concluded all that be helps to Man; Woman was made the
first, and therefore here the chiefest.

_Young Lo_. Believe me 'tis a learned one; and by these words, The
obedience of my people, you Steward being one, are bound to fetch us
Wenches.

_Capt_. He is, he is.

_Young Lo_. Steward, attend us for instructions.

_Sav_. But will you keep no house Sir?

_Young Lo_. Nothing but drink Sir, three hundred pounds in drink.

_Sav_. O miserable house, and miserable I that live to see it! Good Sir
keep some meat.

_Young Lo_. Get us good Whores, and for your part, I'le board you in an
Alehouse, you shall have Cheese and Onions.

_Sav_. What shall become of me, no Chimney smoaking? Well Prodigal, your
Brother will come home.

[_Exit_.

_Young Lo_. Come Lads, I'l