ke a strict perusal of them,
And then from your allowance, your fair daughter
May fashion her affection. _Lew._ Monsieur _Brisac_,
You offer fair, and nobly, and Ile meet you
In the same line of honour, and I hope,
Being blest but with one daughter, I shall not
Appeare impertinently curious,
Though with my utmost vigilance and study,
I labour to bestow her to her worth;
Let others speak her forme, and future fortune
From me descending to her; I in that
Sit down with silenc[e]. _Bri._ You may my Lord securely,
Since fame alowd proclaimeth her perfections,
Commanding all mens tongues to sing her praises;
Should I say more, you well might censure me
(What yet I never was) a Flatterer.
What trampling's that without of Horses?
_Enter_ Butler.
Sir my young Masters are newly alighted.
_Bri._ Sir now observe their several dispositions.
_Enter_ Charles.
Bid my Subsiser carry my Hackney to buttry,
And give him his bever; it is a civil
And sober beast, and will drink moderately,
And that done, turne him into the quadrangle.
_Bri._ He cannot out of his University tone.
_Enter_ Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.
Lackey, Take care our Coursers be well rubb'd,
And cloath'd, they have out stripp'd the wind in speed.
_Lew._ I marry Sir, there's metal in this young fellow!
What a sheeps look his elder brother has!
_Char._ Your blessing, Sir? _Bri._ Rise _Charles_, thou hast it.
_Eust._ Sir, though it be unusual in the Court,
(Since 'tis the Courtiers garbe) I bend my knee,
And do expect what followes. _Bri._ Courtly begg'd.
My blessing! take it. _Eust._ Your Lordships vow'd adorer: _to Lew._
What a thing this brother is! yet Ile vouchsafe him
The new Italian shrug-- How clownishly
The book-worme does return it! _Ch._ I'm glad y'are well; _reads._
_Eust._ Pray you be happy in the knowledge of
This paire of accomplish't Mounsieurs.
They are Gallants that have seen both Tropicks.
_Br._ I embrace their love. _Egr._ which wee'l repay with servulating.
_Cow._ And will report your bounty in the Court.
_Bri._ I pray you make deserving use on't first:
_Eustace_, give entertainment to your friends,
What's in my house is theirs. _Eust._ Which wee'l make use of;
Let's warme our braines with half a dozen healths,
And then hang cold discourse, for wee'll speak fire-workes. _Exe._
_Lew._ What at his book already? _Bri._ Fy, Fy, _Charles_,
No hour of interruption? _Cha._ Plato differs
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