.

_Rog._ Yes, I do take the air many mornings on foot, three or four miles
for eggs: but why move you that?

_Wel._ To know whether it might become your function to bid my man to
neglect his horse a little to attend on me.

_Roger._ Most properly Sir.

_Wel._ I pray you doe so then: the whilst I will attend your Lady. You
direct all this house in the true way?

_Roger._ I doe Sir.

_Wel._ And this door I hope conducts to your Lady?

_Rog._ Your understanding is ingenious. [_Ex. severally._

_Enter young_ Loveless _and_ Savil, _with a writing._

_Sa._ By your favour Sir, you shall pardon me?

_Yo. Lo._ I shall bear your favour Sir, cross me no more; I say they shall
come in.

_Savil._ Sir, you forget who I am?

_Yo. Lo._ Sir, I do not; thou art my Brothers Steward, his cast off
mill-money, his Kitchen Arithmetick.

_Sa._ Sir, I hope you will not make so little of me?

_Yo. Lo._ I make thee not so little as thou art: for indeed there goes no
more to the making of a Steward, but a fair _Imprimis_, and then a
reasonable _Item_ infus'd into him, and the thing is done.

_Sa._ Nay then you stir my duty, and I must tell you?

_Young Lo._ What wouldst thou tell me, how Hopps grow, or hold some rotten
discourse of Sheep, or when our Lady-day falls? Prethee farewel, and
entertain my friends, be drunk and burn thy Table-books: and my dear spark
of velvet, thou and I.

_Sa._ Good Sir remember?

_Young Lo._ I do remember thee a foolish fellow, one that did put his
trust in Almanacks, and Horse-fairs, and rose by Hony and Pot-butter.
Shall they come in yet?

_Sa_. Nay then I must unfold your Brothers pleasure, these be the lessons
Sir, he left behind him.

_Young Lo_. Prethee expound the first.

_Sa_. I leave to maintain my house three hundred pounds a year; and my
Brother to dispose of it.

_Young Lo_. Mark that my wicked Steward, and I dispose of it?

_Sav_. Whilest he bears himself like a Gentleman, and my credit falls not
in him. Mark that my good young Sir, mark that.

_Young Lo_. Nay, if it be no more I shall fulfil it, whilst my Legs will
carry me I'le bear my self Gentleman-like, but when I am drunk, let them
bear me that can. Forward dear Steward.

_Sav_. Next it is my will, that he be furnished (as my Brother) with
Attendance, Apparel, and the obedience of my people.

_Young Lo_. Steward this is as plain as your old Minikin-breeches. Your
wisdom will relent now, will it not? Be mollifie