Actus primus. Scena prima.
Enter Uncle and Merchant.
Merc. When saw you Valentine?
Uncle. Not since the Horse-race, he's taken up with those that woo the Widow.
Mer. How can he live by snatches from such people? he bore a worthy mind.
Uncle. Alas, he's sunk, his means are gone, he wants, and which is worse,Takes a delight in doing so.
Mer. That's strange.
Unc. Runs Lunatick, if you but talk of states, he cannot be brought (now he has... more...