stuff, to blow
up Butchers? your racking Pastures, that have eaten up as many singing
Shepherds, and their issues, as _Andeluzia_ breeds? these are
authentique, I tell you Sir, I would not change ways with you, unless it
were to sell your state that hour, and if it were possible to spend it
then too, for all your Beans in _Rumnillo_, now you know me.

_Unc._ I would you knew your self, but since you are grown such a
strange enemy to all that fits you, give me leave to make your Brothers
fortune.

_Val._ How?

_Unc._ From your mortgage, which yet you may recover, I'le find the
means.

_Val._ Pray save your labour Sir, my Brother and my self will run
one fortune, and I think what I hold a meer vexation, cannot be safe
for him, I love him better, he has wit at will, the world has means,
he shall live without this trick of state, we are heirs both, and all
the world before us.

_Unc._ My last offer, and then I am gone.

_Val._ What is't, and then I'le answer.

_Unc._ What think you of a wife yet to restore you, and tell me
seriously without these trifles.

_Val._ And you can find one, that can please my fancy, you shall
not find me stubborn.

_Unc._ Speak your Woman.

_Val._ One without eyes, that is, self commendations, for when they
find they are handsom, they are unwholsome; one without ears, not giving
time to flatterers, for she that hears her self commended, wavers, and
points men out a way to make 'em wicked; one without substance of her
self; that woman without the pleasure of her life, that's wanton; though
she be young, forgetting it, though fair, making her glass the eyes of
honest men, not her own admiration, all her ends obedience, all her
hours new blessings, if there may be such a woman.

_Unc._ Yes there may be.

_Val._ And without state too.

_Unc._ You are disposed to trifle, well, fare you well Sir, when
you want me next, you'l seek me out a better sence.

_Val._ Farewell Uncle, and as you love your estate, let not me hear
on't. [_Exit._

_Unc._ It shall not trouble you, I'le watch him still,
And when his friends fall off then bend his will. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Isabella, _and_ Luce.

_Luce._ I know the cause of all this sadness now, your sister has
ingrost all the brave Lovers.

_Isab._ She has wherewithall, much good may't do her, prethee speak
softly, we are open to mens ears.

_Luce._ Fear not, we are safe, we may see all that pass, hear all,
and make our selves merry with the