_Arn_. 'Tis above wonder.
_Zab_. But far beneath the truth, in my relation
Of what you shall possess, if you emb[r]ace it.
There is an hour in each mans life appointed
To make his happiness if then he seize it,
And this, (in which, beyond all expectation,
You are invited to your good) is yours,
If you dare follow me, so, if not, hereafter
Expect not the like offer. [_Exit_.
_Arn_. 'Tis no vision.
_Rut_. 'Tis gold I'm sure.
_Arn_. We must like brothers share;
There's for you.
_Rut_. By this light I'm glad I have it:
There are few Gallants, (for men may be such
And yet want gold, yea and sometimes silver)
But would receive such favours from the Devil,
Though he appear'd like a Broker, and demanded
Sixty i'th' hundred.
_Arn_. Wherefore should I fear
Some plot upon my life? 'tis now to me
Not worth the keeping. I will follow him,
Farewel, wish me good fortune, we shall meet
Again I doubt not.
_Rut_. Or I'le ne're trust _Jew_ more, [_Exit_ Arnoldo.
Nor Christian for his sake--plague o' my stars,
How long might I have walkt without a Cloak,
Before I should have met with such a fortune?
We elder Brothers, though we are proper men,
_Ha' not the luck_, ha' too much beard, that spoils us;
The smooth Chin carries all: what's here to do now?
[_Manet_ Rutilio.
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