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Scene 7.
Enter Monsieur Nobilissimo, and Monsieur Poverty.
NObilissimo.
Monsieur Poverty, shall I never have the honour of your Company?
Poverty.
My Poverty will disgrace you my Noble Lord.
Nobilissimo.
I were no noble Lord, if virtuous Poverty could dis∣grace me.
Poverty.
Howsoever, your Servants, Friends, and Acquaintance will for∣sake you, if I should wait upon your Lordship.
Nobilissimo.
They may be my Acquaintance, but neither my Friends, nor Servants that will forsake me, for the sake of virtuous Poverty: for though I would not have thee intail'd to my line and posterity, nor to live constant∣ly in my family; yet, I am neither ashamed, nor afraid to shake thee by the hand, as long as thou art an honest man; and I desire to take Plenty in own hand, but to serve Poverty with both hands.
Poverty.
May Plenty be always your Lordships Hand-Maid.
Nobilissimo.
And your Reliever Sir.
Exeunt.