Chapter 30

_Enter_ MONEY _and_ VANITY.

_The Song_.

MON. _As light as a fly, In pleasant jollity: With mirth and melody, Sing Money, Money, Money! Money the minion, the spring of all joy; Money, the medicine that heals each annoy; Money, the jewel that man keeps in store; Money, the idol that women adore! That Money am I, the fountain of bliss, Whereof whoso tasteth, doth never amiss. Money, money, money! Sing Money, Money, Money_!

VAN. What, Money, sing you so lustily?

MON. I have none other cause: who would not sing merrily, Being, as I am, in such felicity: The God of this world, so mighty of power, As makes men, and mars men, and all in an hour? Yea, where I am, is all prosperity, And where I want, is nought but misery.

VAN. Money saith reason; for so doth it fare, Money makes masteries, old proverbs declare. But, Money, of Fortune, our sovereign dame, What news?

MONEY. Marry, sir, of purpose I hither came, To let thee know she will forthwith be here: And lo! already, see, she doth appear.

VAN. 'Tis true; now must I show my diligence. Down, ladies, stoop: do your reverence.