_Ar._ What shall I see? I pledge ye Sir, I was never
So buried in amazement--
_Zab._ You are so still:
Drink freely.
_Ar._ The very wines are admirable:
Good Sir, give me leave to ask this question,
For what great worthy man are these prepar'd?
And why do you bring me hither?
_Zab._ They are for you, Sir;
And under-value not the worth you carry,
You are that worthy man: think well of these,
They shall be more, and greater.
_Ar._ Well, blind fortune
Thou hast the prettiest changes when thou art pleas'd,
To play thy game out wantonly--
_Zab._ Come be lusty,
And awake your Spirits. [_Cease Musick._
_Ar._ Good Sir, do not wake me.
For willingly I would dye in this dream, pray whose Servants
Are all these that attend here?
_Zab._ They are yours;
They wait on you.
_Ar._ I never yet remember
I kept such faces, nor that I was ever able
To maintain so many.
_Zab._ Now you are, and shall be.
_Ar._ You'l say this house is mine too?
_Zab._ Say it? swear it.
_Ar._ And all this wealth?
_Zab._ This is the least you see Sir.
_Ar._ Why, where has this been hid these thirtie years?
For certainly I never found I was wealthie
Till this hour, never dream'd of house, and Servants.
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