_Witty._ Gentlemen I have done, any man that can, go farther, I confess my self at a _Nonplus_.
_Sir Greg._ Faith not I, Sir, I was at my farthest in my natural language, I was never double-tongu'd, I thank my hard fortune.
_Witty._ Well Gentlemen, 'tis pity, (walk farther off a little my friends) I say, 'tis pity such fellows so endow'd, so qualified with the gifts of Nature and Arts, yet should have such a scarcity of fortune's benefits, we must blame our Ironhearted age for it.
_Old K._ 'Tis pity indeed, and our pity shall speak a little, for 'em; Come Sir, here's my groat.
_Witty._ A Groat Sir? oh fie, give nothing rather, 'twere better you rail'd on 'em for begging, and so quit your self, I am a poor Gentleman, that have but little but my wits to live on.
_Old K._ Troth and I love you the better, Sir.
_Witty._ Yet I'll begin a better example than so, here fellows, there's between you, take Purse and all, and I would it were here heavier for your sakes, there's a pair of Angels to guide you to your lodgings, a poor Gentleman's good Will.
_Pris. Gratias, maximas gratias, benignissime Domine._
_Old K._ This is an ill example for us, Sir, I would this bountiful Gentleman had not come this way to day.
_Sir Gr._ Pox, we must not shame our selves now, Sir, I'll give as much as that Gentleman, though I never be Soldier or Scholar while I live; here friends, there's a piece, that if he were divided, would make a pair of Angels for me too, in the love I bear to the Sword and the Tongues.
_Old K._ My largess shall be equal too, and much good do you, this bounty is a little abatement of my wit, though I feel that.
_Ruin._ May soldiers ever defend such charities.
_Pris._ And Scholars pray for their increase.
_Old K._ Fare you well, Sir, these fellows may pray for you, you have made the Scholars Commons exceed to day, and a word with you, Sir, you said you liv'd by your wits, if you use this bounty, you'll begger your wits, believe it.
_Witty._ Oh Sir, I hope to encrease 'em by it, this seed never wants his harvest, fare you well, Sir. [_Exit._
_Sir Gr._ I think a man were as good meet with a reasonable Thief, as an unreasonable Begger sometimes, I could find in my heart to beg half mine back agen, can you change my piece my friends?