Chapter 38

_Enter_ PRODIGALITY, _with_ MONEY.

PROD. How is't, my sweet Money, shall we be lusty now?

MON. Be as lusty as you will. I'll be as lusty as you.

PROD. Who lacks money, ho! who lacks money? But ask and have: money, money, money!

DICER. Sir, here be they that care not for your money, So much as for your merry company.

PROD. And company is it I seek assuredly.

TOSS. Then here be companions to fit your fantasy, And at all assays to answer your desire: To go, to run, to stay, to do, as you require.

PROD. What can I wish more? well then, I pray, What sports, what pastimes, shall we first assay?

TOSS. Marry, first, sir, we both pray you heartily, To take a poor supper with us here hard by, Where we will determine by common consent, What pastimes are fittest for us to frequent.

PROD. I grant.

DICER. Then, if you please, with some sweet roisting harmony Let us begin the utas[395] of our jollity.

PROD. Thou hitt'st my hand pat. Money, what say'st thou?

MON. I say that I like it: go to it, I pray you.

PROD. Shall I begin?

MON. Yea.

PROD. Then surely shall it be, To thee, for thee, and in honour of thee.

_The Song.

Sweet Money, the minion that sails with all winds, Sweet Money, the minstrel, that makes merry minds. Flitozolaknops_[396]

[_Exeunt_.