in the next place, to give you a few exhortations, considering the
greatest clerks are not the wisest men. This is therefore, first, to
exhort you to abstain from controversies; secondly, not to gird at men
of worship, such as myself, but to use yourself discreetly; thirdly, not
to speak when any man or woman coughs--do so, and in so doing, I will
persevere to be your worshipful friend and loving patron.

IMMERITO.
I thank your worship, you have been the deficient cause of my preferment.

SIR RADERIC.
Lead Immerito into my son, and let him despatch him; and remember--my
tithes to be reserved, paying twelvepence a year. I am going to
Moorfields to speak with an unthrift I should meet at the Middle-Temple
about a purchase; when you have done, follow us.

[_Exeunt_ IMMERITO _and the_ PAGE.

ACTUS III., SCAENA 2.

SIR RADERIC _and_ RECORDER.

SIR RADERIC.
Hark you, Master Recorder: I have fleshed my prodigal boy notably,
notably, in letting him deal for this living; that hath done him much
good, much good, I assure you.

RECORDER.
You do well, Sir Raderic, to bestow your living upon such an one as will
be content to share, and on Sunday to say nothing; whereas your proud
university princox thinks he is a man of such merit the world cannot
sufficiently endow him with preferment. An unthankful viper, an
unthankful viper, that will sting the man that revived him.
Why, is't not strange to see a ragged clerk
Some stamel weaver or some butcher's son,
That scrubb'd a-late within a sleeveless gown,
When the commencement, like a morris-dance,
Hath put a bell or two about his legs,
Created him a sweet clean gentleman;
How then he 'gins to follow fashions:
He, whose thin sire dwells in a smoky roof,
Must take tobacco, and must wear a lock;
His thirsty dad drinks in a wooden bowl,
But his sweet self is serv'd in silver plate.
His hungry sire will scrape you twenty legs
For one good Christmas meal on New-Year's day,
But his maw must be capon-cramm'd each day;
He must ere long be triple-beneficed,
Else with his tongue he'll thunderbolt the world,
And shake each peasant by his deaf man's ear.
But, had the world no wiser men than I,
We'd pen the prating parrots in a cage.
A chair, a candle, and a tinder-box,
A thacked[96] chamber and a ragged gown,
Should be their lands and whole possessions;
Knights, lords, and lawyers should be lodg'd and dwell
Within those over-stately he