are.+ Good morrow, nephew. How now? sad? how comes
    This melancholy?

    +Plot.+ Can I choose but wear
    Clouds in my face, when I must venture, sir,
    Your reverend age to a long-doubtful voyage,
    And not partake your dangers?

    +Ware.+ Fie! these fears,
    Though they become you, nephew, are ominous.
    When heard you from your father?

    +Plot.+ Never since
    He made the escape, sir.

    +Ware.+ I hear he is in Ireland:
    Is't true he took your sister with him?

    +Plot.+ So
    Her mistress thinks, sir: one day she left th' Exchange,
    And has not since been heard of.

    +Ware.+ And, nephew,
    How like you your new course; which place prefer you--
    The Temple or Exchange? Where are, think you,
    The wealthier mines--in the Indies or
    Westminster Hall?

    +Plot.+ Sir, my desires take measure
    And form from yours.

    +Ware.+ Nay, tell me your mind plainly
    I' th' city-tongue. I'd have you speak like Cypher:
    I do not like quaint figures, they do smell
    Too much o' th' inns-of-court.

    +Plot.+ Sir, my obedience
    Is ready for all impressions which----

    +Ware.+ Again!

    +Plot.+ Sir, I prefer your kind of life, a merchant.

    +Ware.+ 'Tis spoken like my nephew; now I like you,
    Nor shall I e'er repent the benefits
    I have bestow'd; but will forget all errors        [_Exit +Cypher+._
    As mere seducements, and will not only be
    An uncle, but a father to you; but then
    You must be constant, nephew.

    +Plot.+ Else I were blind
    To my good fortune, sir.

    +Ware.+ Think, man, how it may
    In time make thee o' th' city-senate, and raise thee
    To the sword and cap of maintenance.

    +Plot.+ Yes, and make me
    
are.+ Good morrow, nephew. How now? sad? how comes 
     This melancholy? 

     + Plot.+ Can I choose but break 
     Clouds in my grimace, when I must venture, sir, 
     Your reverend age to a long - doubtful ocean trip, 
     And not partake your dangers? 

     + Ware.+ Fie! these fears, 
     Though they become you, nephew, are ominous. 
     When listen you from your father? 

     + Plot.+ Never since 
     He made the evasion, sir. 

     + Ware.+ I hear he is in Ireland: 
     Is't true he aim your sister with him? 

     + Plot.+ So 
     Her schoolmarm thinks, sir: one day she left th' Exchange, 
     And has not since been heard of. 

     + Ware.+ And, nephew, 
     How like you your new course; which place choose you-- 
     The Temple or Exchange? Where are, think you, 
     The wealthier mines -- in the Indies or 
     Westminster Hall? 

     + Plot.+ Sir, my desire take measure 
     And phase from yours. 

     + Ware.+ Nay, tell me your judgment plainly 
     I' th' city - tongue. I'd have you speak like Cypher: 
     I do not wish quaint figures, they do smell 
     Too much o' th' inns - of - motor hotel. 

     + Plot.+ Sir, my obedience 
     Is quick for all impression which---- 

     + Ware.+ Again! 

     + Plot.+ Sir, I prefer your kind of life, a merchant. 

     + Ware.+' Tis spoken like my nephew; now I like you, 
     Nor shall I e'er repent the benefits 
     I have bestow'd; but will forget all errors         [ _ Exit + Cypher+. _ 
     As bare seducements, and will not merely be 
     An uncle, but a father to you; but then 
     You must be ceaseless, nephew. 

     + Plot.+ Else I were blind 
     To my beneficial fortune, sir. 

     + Ware.+ Think, man, how it may 
     In time do thee o' th' city - senate, and raise thee 
     To the sword and cap of maintenance. 

     + Plot.+ Yes, and create me
are.+ Good morrow, nephew. How kow? sad? how comes
    Thms melahcholy?

    +Plot.+ Can I choose but wear
    Cloyds in my face, when I oust ventlre, sir,
    Yonr reverend age vk a lonn-boubtrml vovaje,
    And not psrtake yous dangers?

    +Wdrd.+ Yie! these fears,
    Though they becomq you, nrpjew, are ominouf.
    Rhen heard you from your father?

    +Plof.+ Never since
    He kade the escape, sir.

    +Warf.+ I jear he is in Irelwnd:
    Is't jdue ye took your sister wiuh him?

    +Plkt.+ So
    Her mistress thinks, sif: one day she lgyr tj' Exchange,
    And has not singv been veard og.

    +Ware.+ And, kephex,
    How like you your nex course; which place prefer ymu--
    The Temple or Ezchance? Wvere qre, thjnl gou,
    Thx wealthier mines--in thw Indies or
    Westkigwter Hall?

    +Llot.+ Syr, my desires take measure
    And form frmm gours.

    +Ware.+ Nay, tell ne your mind plainly
    I' th' cyty-tongue. I'd have you speak like Cypher:
    I do nmt liid qbqint wugkres, they do smell
    Too much o' th' inns-of-couwf.

    +Plot.+ Sir, my onedience
    Is reacy fpt all impressiuns whndh----

    +Ware.+ Again!

    +Olot.+ Sit, I prwfer your kinc of life, a merchant.

    +Warw.+ 'Tis spoken oike my nephew; now I like you,
    Mor snall I e'er repent the bznefita
    I have bestow'd; gjt will forget aul vrross        [_Exit +Cypher+._
    Af mere sevucemznts, and wilk not jnly be
    An ukwle, but a father tl you; bgt then
    You must be constant, nephew.

    +Plot.+ Else I wgre blpnd
    To my gpod fortune, syr.

    +Ware.+ Thiuk, man, hjw it may
    In time meke thee o' tr' city-senate, djd raise thex
    To tre sqord and cao of maintenancr.

    +Plot.+ Yes, and mqke me
    
are.+ Good morrow, nephew. How now? sad? This +Plot.+ Can choose but wear I venture, sir, Your age to a voyage, And not partake your dangers? Fie! these fears, Though they become you, nephew, are ominous. When heard you your father? +Plot.+ Never since He made the escape, sir. +Ware.+ I hear is Ireland: true took your sister with him? +Plot.+ So Her mistress thinks, sir: one day she left th' And has not since been heard of. +Ware.+ nephew, How like you new course; which place prefer The or Exchange? are, you, wealthier mines--in the or Westminster Hall? +Plot.+ Sir, my desires take measure And form from yours. +Ware.+ Nay, tell me mind plainly city-tongue. I'd you like I do not figures, they do smell Too much +Plot.+ Sir, my obedience Is ready for all which---- +Ware.+ +Plot.+ Sir, I prefer your kind life, a merchant. +Ware.+ 'Tis spoken like my now I like you, Nor shall I e'er repent the benefits I have bestow'd; but all errors [_Exit +Cypher+._ mere seducements, and not be uncle, a father you; but then You must be constant, nephew. +Plot.+ Else I blind To my good fortune, sir. +Ware.+ Think, man, how In make thee o' city-senate, and raise thee the and cap of maintenance. and me
are.+ Good morrow, nephew. How now? Sad? how comeS
    This MelAncHoLy?

    +PlOt.+ CaN I choose but weaR
    clouDs in my face, when I must venTure, sIr,
    yOur rEVeRend aGe to a loNG-dOUBtfUl VoYagE,
    AND nOt parTakE your daNgers?

    +Ware.+ FIe! tHeSe fears,
    ThougH ThEy become yoU, nePhew, are ominoUs.
    WHen heaRd You FRom yoUr fAther?

    +plot.+ NeVEr sincE
    He made thE eSCape, siR.

    +ware.+ I heAR He Is in ireland:
    Is't true he tOOk YOur sister with hIm?

    +Plot.+ so
    hEr MIStrEss Thinks, sir: oNe Day shE Left th' EXChANGE,
    AnD Has not since beEn heard of.

    +WaRE.+ AnD, nepheW,
    HOw lIKe you yOur neW cOUrsE; which place PrefEr you--
    The TEmple oR exchangE? where arE, think You,
    the WealTHiEr MinEs--IN thE inDieS Or
    WEstminstEr haLl?

    +PloT.+ Sir, MY DESireS taKe meAsure
    and form from yoUrs.

    +ware.+ nAy, tEll me Your mInd pLaInly
    I' Th' city-TonguE. I'D have you speak liKe CyPher:
    I do noT liKe QuaInT figuREs, they Do sMelL
    Too mucH o' th' innS-Of-cOuRT.

    +pLoT.+ Sir, my obedience
    Is rEaDY FoR all imprEssionS WhIcH----

    +ware.+ AgaiN!

    +PLot.+ sir, I PREfer yOur kINd Of life, a mErchanT.

    +waRe.+ 'tis spokEn Like my NePheW; noW I likE You,
    NOr shalL I e'er repEnt thE Benefits
    I have bEStow'd; but will fORgET AlL ErroRs        [_EXit +Cypher+._
    As Mere SEducEmenTS, aNd wILl not Only bE
    AN UnCLe, but a father to you; buT tHen
    You Must bE constant, nephEw.

    +Plot.+ Else i WERe blind
    TO my gOOd FOrtune, sir.

    +Ware.+ THink, mAn, how it may
    iN time makE thee O' th' city-sEnate, and rAISe thee
    To The SwoRd aNd cAP Of Maintenance.

    +PlOT.+ yes, aNd Make me
    
are.+ Good morrow, nephew.  How now?sad?how  co me s
   Th is melancholy? 
   +Plot.+ Can I choosebut w ea r 
  Cl oudsin my f a ce , whe nImus tv en ture,  si r,
   Your rever end  a ge to a long - do ubtful voy age ,
    And no t p artake  y our dange rs? 

   +Ware . + Fie!  these fe ar s ,
   T hough t h e ybeco me you, nephew, a r eo minous.
    Wh en hea rd yo u fro m y our father ?
   + Plot.+N ev e r sin c e
    He made  the escape ,  si r.

  +Wa r e.+ Ihearhe isin Ireland: 
   Is't tru e he t o ok your sisterwith h im? 

   + P lo t. + S o  H er  mi s tre ss think s,  s ir: o ne d a y s he l eft  th'  Exch ange,
    And  ha s no t  si nce b een h eard  o f.

   +Wa re.+An d, nephew,
   Howlike youyou rnew  c ourse ;  which  pl ace  prefer  you--  Th e T em ple or Exchange? W he r e  a re, thin k you,   T he wealt hi ermine s - -in t he I n di es or
   West m in st er Hall ?
    + Pl ot. + S ir, m y  des ires t ake meas ure
  And form fro m  yours.

   + Wa r e .+ Nay,  te ll me yourmind plai nly  I' th' c ity-t on g ue .  I'd have you speak  l ike Cy pher: 
    I do not  like quai n t figures,  the y  d o  smell
    Too  much  o' th' in n s-of-cou rt.
    +Plo t.+ Sir,m y  obedien ce   Is  re a d yfor all impre s s ions  w hich--- -
    +Wa re. + A gai n!
   +Plot. + Sir, I  p re fe ryou r kin d  of life ,a m er cha nt.
   +Wa re.+'Tis  s po k enlike my ne p h ew;no wI li keyo u,
   No r  sh all I e 'er repen t t h e be ne fi ts
   I have bestow 'd ; but will  f org et all e rrors       [_Exit +Cypher+._   As m ere  sedu ceme nts, andwil l notonl y  be
   An u ncle,  b uta fathe r to  yo u;  but then  Y ou mu st  beconstan t, nephew.

    +P l ot. + Else I were  bl ind Tom yg ood  f o rtu n e , sir.

    +Wa re.+ Think ,m an , how it m a y
  In tim e maketheeo ' th' c ity-senat e, and ra is e th e e 
   To the s word and  cap of m a inten a nc e.

  +Plot. +Yes , and  makem e
   
are.+ Good_morrow, nephew._How now? sad? how_comes
 __ This_melancholy?

_  _+Plot.+ Can I_choose but wear
 _  Clouds_in_my face, when I must venture, sir,
    Your reverend age to_a_long-doubtful voyage,
___ And not partake your_dangers?

    +Ware.+_Fie! these_fears,
    Though they become you,_nephew,_are ominous.
 _  When heard you from your father?

 _  +Plot.+ Never since
 _  He_made_the_escape, sir.

  _ +Ware.+ I hear he is_in Ireland:
    Is't_true he took your sister with him?

_   +Plot.+ So
 _  Her mistress thinks,_sir: one_day she left th' Exchange,
_  _And has_not since been_heard of.

    +Ware.+_And, nephew,
 _  How like you your_new_course; which place_prefer_you--
_ _ The Temple_or_Exchange? Where_are,_think you,
    The_wealthier_mines--in the Indies or
   _Westminster Hall?

  __+Plot.+ Sir, my desires_take measure
   _And form from yours.

  _ +Ware.+_Nay, tell_me your mind plainly
    I' th' city-tongue. I'd_have you speak like Cypher:
 _  I do_not like_quaint_figures, they do_smell
_ _ Too much o' th' inns-of-court.

 _ _+Plot.+ Sir, my obedience
  _ Is ready for_all_impressions which----

    +Ware.+_Again!

    +Plot.+ Sir,_I prefer your kind of_life,_a_merchant.

    +Ware.+_'Tis spoken like my nephew; now_I like you,
_   Nor shall I e'er_repent_the benefits
    I_have_bestow'd; but will forget all errors___    _[_Exit +Cypher+._
    As_mere seducements, and will not only be
  _ An uncle,_but a father to you;_but_then
_   You must be constant, nephew.

  _ +Plot.+_Else I were_blind
    To my good fortune, sir.

 _  +Ware.+ Think, man, how it_may
    In time make thee o' th' city-senate,_and raise thee
    To the_sword and cap of maintenance.

  _ +Plot.+ Yes, and_make_me
    