Scene 4.
Enter Monsieur Nobilissimo, and Monsieur Poverty.
MOnsieur Poverty.
My Noble Lord, I am a Gentleman, one that is ruin'd by Fortunes spight, and not by my own Carelesness, Vanity, Luxury, or Prodigality; for my Poverty is honest: but though my Poverty hath an ho∣nest face, yet it is ashamed to appear in the open sight of publick knowledg, which makes me whisper my wants to your Lordships private Ear.
Monsieur Nobilissimo.
Sir, if your necessities can conceal themselves, they shall never be divulged by me; and what I can honestly give you out of my Estate, and not very imprudently from my self, I shall freely, and secretly, distribute to you, and such as are in your condition.
Monsieur Poverty.
Your Lordships Servant.
Exeunt.