Eust. And all this you seriously believe?

Cow. It is a faith that we will die in, since from the black Guard to the grim Sir in Office, there are few hold other Tenets.

Eust. Now my eyes are open, and I behold a strong necessity that keeps me knave and coward.

Cow. Y'are the wiser.

Eust. Nor can I change my copy, if I purpose to be of your society.

Egre. By no means.

Eust. Honour is nothing with you?

Cow. A meer bubble; for what's grown common, is no more regarded.

Eust. My sword forc'd from me too, and still detain'd, you think 'tis no blemish.

Egre. Get me a Batton, 'tis twenty times more Court-like, and less trouble.

Eust. And yet you wear a sword.

_Cow. Yes, and a good one, a _Milan_ hilt, and a _Damasco_ blade for ornament, not use, the Court allows it.

Eust. Will't not fight of it self?

Cow. I ne'er tri'd this, yet I have worn as fair as any man; I'm sure I've made my Cutler rich, and paid for several weapons, Turkish and Toledo's, two thousand Crowns, and yet could never light upon a fighting one.

Eust. I'le borrow this, I like it well.

Cow. 'Tis at your service, Sir, a Lath in a Velvet Scabbard will serve my turn.

Eust. And now I have it, leave me; y'are infectious, the plague and leprosie of your baseness spreading on all that do come near you; such as you render the Throne of Majesty, the Court, suspected and contemptible; you are Scarabee's that batten in her dung, and have no palats to taste her curious Viands; and like Owles, can only see her night deformities, but with the glorious splendor of her beauties, you are struck blind as Moles, that undermine the sumptuous Building that allow'd you shelter: you stick like running ulcers on her face, and taint the pureness of her native candor, and being bad Servants, cause your Masters goodness to be disputed of; you make the Court, that is the abstract of all Academies, to teach and practise noble undertakings, (where courage sits triumphant crown'd with Lawrel, and wisdom loaded with the weight of honour) a School of Vices.

Egre. What sudden rapture's this?

Eust. A heavenly one, that raising me from sloth and ignorance, (in which your conversation long hath charm'd me) carries me up into the air of action, and knowledge of my self; even now I feel, but pleading only in the Court's defence (though far short of her merits and bright lustre) a happy alteration, and full strength to stand her Champion against all the world, that throw aspersions on her.

Cow. Sure he'll beat us, I see it in his eyes.

Egre. A second Charles; pray look not, Sir, so furiously.

Eust. Recant what you have said, ye Mungrils, and lick up the vomit ye have cast upon the Court, where you unworthily have had warmth and breeding, and swear that you, like Spiders, have made poison of that which was a saving Antidote.

Egre. We will swear any thing.

Cow. We honour the Court as a most sacred place.

Egre. And will make oath, if you enjoyn us to't, nor knave, nor fool, nor coward living in it.

Eust. Except you two, you Rascals.

Cow. Yes, we are all these, and more, if you will have it so.

Eust. And that until you are again reform'd and grown new men, you ne'ere presume to name the Court, or press into the Porter's Lodge but for a penance, to be disciplin'd for your roguery, and this done with true contrition.

Both. Yes, Sir.

Eust. You again may eat scraps, and be thankful.

Cow. Here's a cold breakfast after a sharp nights walking.

Eust. Keep your oaths, and without grumbling vanish.

Both. We are gone, Sir. [Exeunt.

Eust. May all the poorness of my spirit go with you: the fetters of my thraldom are fil'd off, and I at liberty to right my self; and though my hope in Angellina's little, my honour (unto which compar'd she's nothing) shall, like the Sun, disperse those lowring Clouds that yet obscure and dim it; not the name of Brother shall divert me, but from him, that in the world's opinion ruin'd me, I will seek reparation, and call him unto a strict accompt. Ha! 'tis near day, and if the Muses friend, Rose-cheek'd Aurora, invite him to this solitary Grove, as I much hope she will, he seldome missing to pay his vows here to her, I shall hazard to hinder his devotions—The door opens, 'tis he most certain, and by's side my Sword. Blest Opportunity.

Enter Charles.

Char. I have o'er-slept my self, and lost part of the morn, but I'le recover it: Before I went to bed, I wrote some Notes within my Table-book, which I will now consider. Ha! what means this? What do I with a Sword? Learn'd Mercury needs not th' aid of Mars, and innocence is to it self a guard; yet since Arms ever protect Arts, I may justly wear and use it; for since 'twas made my prize, I know not how I'm grown in love with't, and cannot eat nor study, and much less walk without it. But I trifle, matters of more weight ask my judgment.

Eust. Now, Sir, treat of no other Theme, I'le keep you to it, and see y'expound it well.

Char. Eustace!

Eust. The same, Sir, your younger Brother, who, as duty binds him, hath all this night (turn'd out of door) attended, to bid Good-morrow t'ye.

Char. This not in scorn, commands me to return it. Would you ought else?

Eust. O much, Sir, here I end not, but begin; I must speak to you in another strain than yet I ever us'd; and if the language appear in the delivery rough and harsh, you (being my Tutor) must condemn your self, from whom I learn'd it.

Char. When I understand (be't in what style you please) what's your demand, I shall endeavour, in the self-same phrase, to make an answer to the point.

Eust. I come not to lay claim to your birth-right, 'tis your own, and 'tis fit you enjoy it; nor ask I from you your learning and deep knowledge; (though I am not a Scholar as you are) I know them Diamonds by your sole industry, patience and labour, forc'd from steep Rocks, and with much toil attended, and but to few that prize their value granted, and therefore without Rival freely wear them.

Char. These not repin'd at (as you seem t'inform me) the motion must be of a strange condition, if I refuse to yield to't; therefore, Eustace, without this tempest in your looks, propound it, and fear not a denial.

Eust. I require then (as from an Enemy, and not a Brother) the reputation of a man, the honour, not by a fair War won when I was waking, but in my sleep of folly ravish'd from me; with these, the restitution of my Sword, with large acknowledgment of satisfaction, my Coach, my Horses; I will part with life, ere lose one hair of them; and, what concludes all, my Mistris Angellina, as she was before the musical Magick of thy tongue inchanted and seduc'd her. These perform'd, and with submission, and done publickly, at my Father's and my Uncle's intercession, (that I put in too) I perhaps may listen to terms of reconcilement; but if these, in every circumstance, are not subscrib'd to, to the last gasp I defie thee.

Char. These are strict conditions to a Brother.

Eust. My rest is up, nor will I give less.

Char. I'm no Gamester, Eustace, yet I can ghess your resolution stands to win or lose all; I rejoyce to find ye thus tender of your honour, and that at length you understand what a wretched thing you were, how deeply wounded by your self, and made almost incurable in your own hopes, the dead flesh of pale cowardise growing over your festred reputation, which no Balm or gentle Unguent could ever make way to; and I am happy that I was the Surgeon that did apply those burning corrosives, that render you already sensible o'th' danger you were plung'd in, in teaching you, and by a fair gradation, how far, and with what curious respect and care the peace and credit of a man within, (which you ne'er thought till now) should be preferr'd before a gawdy outside; pray you fix here, for so far I go with you.

Eust. This discourse is from the subject.

Char. I'le come to it, Brother; but if you think to build upon my ruines, you'll find a false foundation: your high offers, taught by the Masters of dependencies, that by compounding differences 'tween others, supply their own necessities, with me will never carry't: as you are my Brother, I will dispense a little, but no more than honour can give way to; nor must I destroy that in my self I love in you; and therefore let not hopes or threats persuade you I will descend to any composition for which I may be censur'd.

Eust. You shall fight then.

Char. With much unwillingness with you; but if there's no evasion—

Eust. None.

Char. Hear yet a word; as for the Sword and other fripperies, in a fair way send for them, you shall have 'em. But rather than surrender Angellina, or hear it again mention'd, I oppose my breast unto loud thunder, cast behind me all tyes of Nature.

Eust. She detain'd, I'm deaf to all persuasion.

Char. Guard thy self then. Eustace; I use no other Rhetorick.

Enter Miram.

Mir. Clashing of swords so near my house! Brother oppos'd to Brother! here's no fencing at half sword; hold, hold, Charles, Eustace.

Eust. Second him, or call in more help. Come not between us, I'le not know nor spare you; D'ye fight by th' book?

Char. 'Tis you that wrong me, off Sir, and suddenly, I'le conjure down the Spirit that I have rais'd in him.

Eust. Never, Charles, 'tis thine, and in thy death, be doubled in me.

Mir. I'm out of breath, yet trust not too much to't, Boys; for if you pause not suddenly, and hear reason, do, kill your Uncle, do; but that I'm patient, and not a cholerick old teasty fool, like your Father, I'd dance a matachin with you, should make you sweat your best bloud for't; I would, and it may be I will. Charles, I command thee, and Eustace, I entreat thee, th'art a brave Spark, a true tough-metall'd blade, and I begin to love thee heartily; give me a fighting Courtier, I'le cherish him for example; in our Age they're not born every day.

Char. You of late, Sir, in me lov'd learning.

Mir. True, but take me w'ye, Charles; 'twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches, and fought his Battels in Complements and Cringes, when's understanding wav'd in a flanting Feather, and his best contemplation look'd no further than a new fashion'd doublet; I confess then, the lofty noise your Greek made, only pleas'd me; but now he's turn'd an Oliver and a Rowland, nay, the whole dozen of Peers are bound up in him: Let me remember, when I was of his years, I did look very like him; and did you see my Picture as I was then, you would swear that gallant Eustace (I mean, now he dares fight) was the true substance, and the perfect figure. Nay, nay, no anger, you shall have enough, Charles.

Char. Sure, Sir, I shall not need addition from him.

Eust. Nor I from any, this shall decide my interest; though I am lost to all deserving men, to all that men call good, for suffering tamely insufferable wrongs, and justly slighted by yielding to a minute of delay in my revenge, and from that made a stranger unto my Father's house and favour, o'erwhelm'd with all disgraces; yet I will mount upward, and force my self a fortune, though my birth and breeding do deny it.

Char. Seek not, Eustace, by violence, what will be offer'd to you on easier composition; though I was not alli'd unto your weakness, you shall find me a Brother to your bravery of spirit, and one that, not compell'd to't by your sword, (which I must never fear) will share with you in all but Angellina.

Mir. Nobly said, Charles, and learn from my experience, you may hear reason, and never maim your fighting; for your credit, which you think you have lost, spare Charles, and swinge me, and soundly; three or four walking velvet Cloaks, that wear no swords to guard 'em, yet deserve it, thou art made up again.

Eust. All this is Lip-salve.

Mir. It shall be Hearts-ease, Eustace, ere I have done; as for thy Father's anger, now thou dar'st fight, ne'er fear it, for I've the dowcets of his gravity fast in a string, I will so pinch and wring him, that, spight of his authority, thou shalt make thine own conditions with him.

Eust. I'le take leave a little to consider.

Char. Here comes Andrew.

Mir. But without his comical and learned face; what sad disaster, Andrew?

And. You m[a]y read, Sir, a Tragedy in my face.

Mir. Art thou in earnest?

And. Yes, by my life, Sir; and if now you help not, and speedily, by force, or by persuasion, my good old Master (for now I pity him) is ruin'd for ever.

Char. Ha, my Father!

And. He, Sir.

Mir. By what means? speak.

And. At the suit of Monsieur Lewis; his house is seiz'd upon, and he in person is under guard, (I saw it with these eyes, Sir) to be convey'd to Paris, and there Sentenc'd.

Mir. Nay, then there is no jesting.

Char. Do I live, and know my Father injur'd?

And. And what's worse, Sir, my Ladie Angellina—

Eust. What of her?

And. She's carri'd away too.

Mir. How?

And. While you were absent, a crew of Monsieur Lewis friends and kinsmen, by force, brake in at th' back part of the house, and took her away by violence; faithful Andrew (as this can witness for him) did his best in her defence, but 'twould not do.

Mir. Away, and see our Horses sadled, 'tis no time to talk, but do. Eustace, you now are offer'd a spatious field, and in a pious War to exercise your valour; here's a cause, and such a one, in which to fall is honourable, your dutie and reverence due to a fathers name commanding it; but these unnatural jars arising between Brothers (should you prosper) would shame your victory.

Eust. I would do much, Sir, but still my rep[u]tation!

Mir. Charles shall give you all decent satisfaction; nay, joyn hands, and heartily, why, this is done like Brothers; and as old as I am, in this cause that concerns the honour of our Family, Monsieur Lewis (if reason cannot work) shall find and feel there's hot blood in this arm, I'le lead you bravely.

Eust. And if I follow not, a cowards name be branded on my forehead.

Char. This spirit makes you a sharer in my fortunes.

Mir. And in mine, of which (Brisac once freed, and Angellina again in our possession) you shall know, my heart speaks in my tongue.

Eust. I dare not doubt it, Sir. [Exeunt.



ACTUS V. SCENA II.

Enter Lewis, Brisac, Angelli[n]a, Sylvia, Officers.

Lew. I'm deaf to all perswasions.

Bri. I use none, nor doubt I, though a while my innocence suffers, but when the King shall understand how false your malice hath inform'd him, he in justice must set me right again.

Ang. Sir, let not passion so far transport you, as to think in reason, this violent course repairs, but ruins it; that honour you would build up, you destroy; what you would seem to nourish, if respect of my preferment or my pattern may challenge your paternal love and care, why do you, now good fortune has provided a better Husband for me than your hopes could ever fancy, strive to rob me of him? In what is my Lord Charles defective, Sir? unless deep Learning be a blemish in him, or well proportion'd limbs be mulcts in nature, or, what you only aim'd at, large Revenues, are, on the sudden, grown distasteful to you. Of what can you accuse him?

Lew. Of a Rape done to Honour, which thy ravenous lust made thee consent to.

Syl. Her lust! you are her Father.

Lew. And you her Bawd.

Syl. Were you ten Lords, 'tis false; the pureness of her chaste thoughts entertains not such spotted instruments.

Ang. As I have a Soul, Sir.

Lew. I am not to be alter'd; to sit down with this disgrace, would argue me a Peasant, and not born Noble: all rigour that the Law, and that increase of power by favour yields, shall be with all severity inflicted; you have the King's hand for't, no Bail will serve, and therefore at your perils, Officers, away with 'em.

Bri. This is madness.

Lew. Tell me so in open Court, and there I'le answer you.

Enter Miramont, Charles, Eustace, Andrew.

Mir. Well overtaken.

Char. Ill if they dare resist.

Eust. He that advances but one step forward dies.

Lew. Shew the King's Writ.

Mir. Shew your discretion, 'twill become you better.

Char. Y'are once more in my power, and if again I part with you, let me for ever lose thee.

Eust. Force will not do't, nor threats; accept this service from your despair'd of Eustace.

And. And beware your Reverend Worship never more attempt to search my Lilly pot, you see what follows.

Lew. Is the King's power contemn'd?

Mir. No, but the torrent o' your wilful folly stopp'd. And for you, good Sir, if you would but be sensible, what can you wish, but the satisfaction of an obstinate will, that is not endear'd to you? rather than be cross'd in what you purpos'd, you'll undo your Daughter's fame, the credit of your judgment, and your old foolish Neighbour; make your Estates, and in a Suit not worth a Cardecue, a prey to Advocates, and their buckram Scribes, and after they have plum'd ye, return home like a couple of naked Fowles without a feather.

Char. This is a most strong truth, Sir.

Mir. No, no, Monsieur, let us be right Frenchmen, violent to charge; but when our follies are repell'd by reason, 'tis fit that we retreat, and ne'er come on more: Observe my learned Charles, he'll get thee a Nephew on Angellina shall dispute in her belly, and suck the Nurse by Logick: and here's Eustace, he was an Ass, but now is grown an Amadis; nor shall he want a Wife, if all my Land, for a Joynture, can effect: Y'are a good Lord, and of a gentle nature, in your looks I see a kind consent, and it shews lovely: and do you hear, old Fool? but I'le not chide, hereafter, like me, ever doat on Learning, the meer belief is excellent, 'twill save you; and next love Valour, though you dare not fight your self, or fright a foolish Officer, young Eustace can do it to a hair. And, to conclude, let Andrew's farm b' encreas'd, that is your penance, you know for what, and see you rut no more; you understand me. So embrace on all sides.

I'le pay those Bilmen, and make large amends, Provided we preserve you still our Friends— [Exeunt.

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Prologue.

But that it would take from our modesty To praise the Writer, or the Comedy, Till your fair suffrage crown it, I should say, Y'are all most welcome to no vulgar Play; And so far w'are confident: And if he That made it, still lives in your memorie, You will expect what we present to night, Should be judged worthy of your ears and sight. You shall hear Fletcher in it, his true strain, And neat expressions; living he did gain Your good opinions; but now dead commends This Orphan to the care of Noble Friends; And may it raise in you content and mirth, And be received for a legitimate birth. Your grace erects new Trophies to his fame, And shall, to after-times, preserve his name.

Epilogue.

'Tis not the hands, or smiles, or common way Of approbation to a well lik'd Play, We only hope; but that you freely would To th' Author's memory so far unfold, And shew your loves and liking to his Wit, Not in your praise, but often seeing it; That being the grand assurance that can give The Poet and the Player means to live.



APPENDIX.

In the following references to the text the lines are numbered from the top of the page, including titles, acts, stage directions, &c., but not, of course, the headline. Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented, there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the left.

It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks of exclamation and vice versa. Full-stops have been silently inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given the dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches are frequently run on. Only misprints of interest in the Quartos and the First Folio are recorded.



THE ELDER BROTHER: VARIANTS IN THE QUARTOS.

(A) The Elder Brother, A Comedy. Acted at the Black Friers, by his Majesties Servants. Printed according to the true Copie. Written by John Fletcher Gent. London, Imprinted by F.K. for J.W. and J.B. 1637.

(B) The Elder Brother A Comedie. Acted at the Blacke Friers, by his Majesties Servants. Printed according to the true Copie. Written by John Fletcher Gent. London, Imprinted by F.K. for J.W. and J.B. 1637.

(C) The Elder Brother: A Comedie. Acted at the private house in Blacke Fryers, with great Applause, by His late Majesties Servants. Printed according to the true Copie. Written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. The second Edition, Corrected and Amended. London, Printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Princes Armes in St. Paules Church yard. 1651.

(D) The Elder Brother, A Comedy. Acted at the Black Friers by His Majesties Servants. Printed according to the true Copy. Written by John Fletcher Gent. London: Printed in the Year, 1661.

(E) The Elder Brother: A Comedy. As it is now Acted at the Theatre Royal, By His Majesties Servants. Written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. London, Printed by T.N. for D.N. and T.C. and are to be sold by George Marriott, at the Sign of the Temple near the Inner Temple Gate in Fleetstreet. M. DC. LXXVIII.

(This Edition was published the year before the publication of the Second Folio. I have not had an opportunity of examining it, but an American correspondent, who kindly collated my proof-sheets with the copy in the Boston Public Library, has sent me his notes. The text is practically that of the Second Folio.)



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p. 34, l. 1. C] He shall Coxcombe. C omits] Jew, thou...asses Coxcomb. l. 11. C] friends. l. 12. C] Land, pox on't has got the wench too.

p. 35, l. 5. C] sots. l. 11. B and C] thy owne. l. 21. A—D] cowardliness. l. 29. 2nd Folio] house I'll, l. 34. B and C] their Country. l. 40. A and D] and cover.

p. 37, l. 3. E and 2nd Folio] chafer. l. 24. B and C] travelling language. l. 27. B and C] but those. l. 29. A—D omit] And. l. 30. D and 2nd Folio omit] they. l. 32. B and C] pruning and dressing up. l. 39. B and C] and a little.

p. 38, l. 10. A—D omit] Enter. 2nd Folio] Angellia. l. 13. C] a strange set. l. 22. C] in bed. l. 31. A and D] fie. l. 36. B omits] Ang., making it a continuation of Char's previous speech. B and C omit] Sir.

p. 39, l. 5. C] blushes too, men. l. 14. A—C] Ceremony. l. 16. B and C] should seal. C] hand. l. 17. B—D] an Heretick. ll. 17 and 18. C] would do. l. 20. C] slumbers. l. 21. C] see your. l. 26. C] clip ye. C] kiss ye. l. 31. C] Queens to wear.

p. 40, l. 2. A—C] anything, anything fit. ll. 5 and 6. C] mingled, Mistris, and. ll. 6 and 7. C] should consent now, I. C omits] fo'rt. l. 8. C] beauteous sparkle. l. 9. B and C] part of life run. l. 11. C] that which. ll. 17 and 18. C] flowers woe us to tumble; yet. ll. 22 and 23. C] but your affections. l. 24. C omits] A good night t'ye, and. ll. 24 and 25. C] fall on you, and lock. l. 33. C] they'l not be kept out. l. 34. A—D omit] fit.

p. 41, l. 4. C] her ore sufficiently. l. 16. C] my. l. 21. D omits] may. ll. 24 and 25. E and 2nd Folio print stage direction after Eustace's speech. l. 39. C] too; to think is.

p. 42, l. 2. A, B and D] sign of man. l. 20. B and D] I'll talke thee. l. 30. C] poore slight despicable thing.

p. 43, l. 9. B] In truth, Sir. l. 12. C] one who. l. 13. C] so frighted 'um, so. l. 17. A and C] frosts. l. 22. B and C] Glo-wormes taile. l. 30. C] the reason. l. 35. A—D] to you.

p. 44, ll. 8 and 9. C] and shall to as Ile handle it, it shall. l. 30. C and D] spake. l. 31. A—C] ere I done.

p. 46, l. 1. C, after his own, inserts] And. I warrant thee Wench. l. 9. C] after grant a little, inserts line 11 here instead of below. l. 12. A—C] will put. l. 23. C] with his wife within. l. 24. A—D] Farm in Cuckolds.

p. 47, l. 4. A] poll'd off. l. 15. A and D] an hundred. l. 29. 2nd Folio misprints] Agne. A—D] Hee's.

p. 48, l. 6. B and C] women. l. 12. A—D] a' has a. l. 22. C] us Scholars. l. 36. A adds] Lew before Cow.

p. 49, l. 12. A—C] do nor suffer. l. 13. B and C] are there. l. 33. A—C] thinke's no. l. 38. A, B and D] no use.

p. 50, ll. 17 and 18. B and C] make you the Court.

p. 51, ll. 24—26. A—D place the stage direction after opens instead of after opportunity. l. 37. C] None Sir.

p. 52, l. 2. B and C] doores.

p. 53, l. 4. A and B] ever could. l. 7. B and C] plung'd in, teaching. l. 8. A] how fare. l. 9. B and C] you were thought. l. 17. A—D] would dispense.

p. 54, l. 3. B and C] till thine.

p. 55, l. 12. B and C] and will. l. 19. 2nd Folio misprints] my.

p. 56, l. 3. A] you valour. l. 8. 2nd Folio misprints] reptation. l. 11. C] and old as. l. 22. 2nd Folio] Angellia. l. 23. C] perswasion. l. 25. B and C] falsly. l. 27. A] so fare. ll. 28 and 29. C] repairs, but rather ruines that honour...up; you destroy what. l. 30. C] or my reputation. l. 31. C omits] good. l. 34. C] Love Charles. l. 35. C] limbs held.

p. 57, l. 1. C] thy honour. l. 4. C] thou. l. 6. B and C] entertain. l. 18. C] Kill if. l. 35. A—D] states. C omits] and.

p. 58, l. 8. A—D] affect it. l. 10. After old Fool C inserts] Bri. Your brother Sir. l. 18. C] we continue still good. C adds] Finis. l. 22. A and D] Till you. l. 25. C] live.

p. 59, A, B and D add] Finis.

Hereafter like me, ever doate on learning, The meere beleefe is excellent, 'twill save you; And next love valour, though you dare not fight Your selfe, or fright a foolish Officer, 'young Eustace Can doe it to a haire. And to conclude, Let Andrew's Farm b'encreas'd, that is your penance, You know for what, and see you rut no more, You understand me, So embrace on all sides; Ile pay those Billmen, and make large amends; Provided we preserve you still our friends.— Exeunt.

[A few misprints in the above have been corrected in square brackets to agree with B.]

THE ELDER BROTHER: VARIANTS IN THE EGERTON MS.

There is a manuscript version of this play in the Egerton collection, British Museum (No. 1994). It is, presumably, a transcript of one of the early copies. It differs frequently from the Folio and the Quartos in single words and, occasionally, in lines but, as its authority is of doubtful value, it has seemed best to give a collation of it here, apart from the collations of the Quartos.

Begins Actus Primus. Scaena I.

p. 1, l. 29. Omits and.

p. 2, l. 7. foolish idle. l. 14. others hands. l. 24. vertues.

p. 3, l. 9. kinde. l. 13. purposed. l. 14. state. l. 30. great mans. l. 31. kings.

p. 4, l. 28. Merry wenches.

p. 5, l. 9. Cellar dry. l. 14. knowing pallat. l. 39. ever should ask.

p. 6, l. 6. how ere. l. 20. put in act. l. 24. was addicted to. l. 31. blest with. l. 39. Omits what yet ...Flatter l. 40. Omits without. Also gives stage direction in margin:—Trampling.

p. 7, l. 15. Omits Chas. Your blessing, Sir. l. 18. Countries garb. l. 25. Stage direction:—plucks out a booke and reades. l. 29. loves. l. 30. with service. l. 31. And report. l. 32. Pray you first make use of it. l. 37. Exit cum sociis.

p. 8, l. 4. lay it. l. 5. and the. l. 6. leads to. l. 10. the palme of. l. 13. ore worne. l. 25. Omits and there ...bring me. l. 29. guard.

p. 9, l. 11. from thee. l. 16. Quiddits from this time to Adam. l. 19. estates. l. 22. that bends not. ll. 23 and 24. fix their. l. 37. any sense. l. 38. my yonger Eustace.

p. 10, l. 12. nor your. l. 14. shall never. l. 16. Omits and but ... that I. l. 32. I did sir ... a word. He's.

p. 11, l. 18. would resist. l. 19. Apportions thus:—Egre. If this take now we are made for ever. Cowsy. And will rebell it. Exeunt all but Andrew. l. 21. my Master. ll. 24 and 25. out their. l. 29. blade he was wont to be. l. 30. heele ring 'em...as will shake.

p. 12, l. 1. But know to. l. 5. a fool, an. l. 8. to yee. ll. 24 and 25. new Congees. l. 28. Omits therefore. l. 30. Omits Sir. l. 32. Do you know what learning is brother?

p. 13, l. 15. Omits Brother. l. 36. foolish girles & puppets.

p. 14, l. 5. to my best. l. 6. vent. l. 13. You. l. 16. library an Almanacke. l. 26. Snowes. l. 36. to build up. l. 39. Charles shall set.

p. 15, l. 12. Land too to your. l. 13. he is no heir. l. 16. my state. l. 19. staies pulling. l. 31. know things. l. 36. nor do not weigh.

p. 16, l. 4. University Lovaine. l. 11. look now to my. l. 22. spit fire, snow. l. 23. that we call. l. 30. a fine youth. l. 33. his state ... Did you see my Mistris.

p. 17, l. 9. that ride. l. 11. that have ... and speake. l. 23. I shall kisse. l. 27. thy master. l. 34. no spirits a'th. l. 36. Shall we have.

p. 18, l. 2. males and. l. 4. Red Sea early a question. l. 12. Metamatical. ll. 19 and 20. are above. l. 22. ravish with. l. 25. thy bread. l. 26. wouldst blanch an Almond. Omits the Sect...invented that. l. 27. the trenchers. l. 33. scraps. l. 36. the drink. l. 38. not he.

p. 19, ll. 2 and 3. bowle, my yonger Mr. that must be now the heire will do all these. l. 28. and her lodging. l. 34. sty growne.

p. 20, l. 1. Crowne's awry, two. l. 6. swept your books. l. 9. has pleased. l. 10. I beleeve her Constellation bee loose. ll. 15 and 16. and bound up in monstrous [sic] smooth. l. 25. you one Sir. l. 31. goes as daintily.

p. 21, l. 2. a secret out. l. 3. I doe find. l. 6. Adds and Servants. ll. 7 and 8. the happy day that. l. 9. my great care. l. 15. state...in Joynter. l. 19. drawn of our. l. 28. Not. [character]. land. ll. 29 and 30. Lew. T'was not conditional. Not. If it had been found, twas but a fault in the writing &c.

p. 22, l. 1. seeks, kills. l. 5. as in others. l. 6. yet hee may. l. 8. that's been. l. 14. Cook, Butler, Lillie. ll. 25—28. and bee serviceable...see your Sauces bee all poynant and sharpe in...looke to yor roast and bakt meates made things—Is the. l. 31. the roome cleare...open for all. l. 34. Cordes they be not. l. 35. Omits abroad. l. 38. cannot slip.

p. 23, l. 6. wee shall see. l. 10. not trouble. l. 11. Sweet-heart. l. 12. Exeunt. Andrew stayes. l. 13. ripe? make but my farme as much more and kisse her. l. 16. pleasure; he can do her no harme, and if it were. l. 22. Adds stage direction A noyse. l. 23. What noyse. l. 24. Note. The words "within a Parenthesis" are omitted in the MS. but ("my head is broken") is in parentheses in MS. It is obvious that these words were intended as a direction to the printer and have got into the text in error. l. 25. Collicke. l. 29. tis faithful. l. 37. squeaking is that.

p. 24, ll. 1 and 2. Geese and Turkeys for the spit Sir...are angry too that makes the medley. l. 3. thus every. l. 4. Omits yet. l. 9. foul. l. 16. make 'em drink. l. 25. I never have. l. 26. that's a small. l. 27. married Sir this day. l. 33. Omits young, sweet, and modest. ll. 36 and 37. with his booke. l. 38. for him.

p. 25, l. 2. elder. l. 4. shoulders now Sir. l. 10. Notary, Servants. ll. 16 and 17. Cherub's ... with wings of modest. l. 18. booke. l. 24. I come not for. l. 28. and a sharp to reprehend. l. 32. Ile assure.

p. 26, l. 4. he can get. l. 27. is here too.

p. 27, l. 1. book, when it fell on your head, Sir. l. 6. but new string. l. 12. Must my. l. 19. stubbornst willfullest. l. 21. provide a wife for you. l. 27. How dost thou Charles what still still at. l. 38. I have boy, unto.

p. 28, l. 4. yo'ur care. l. 12. Omits and wish my Brother fortune. l. 13. Adds it will bee ten times better. l. 22. Omits and. l. 24. Gives this line to Eustace. l. 29. fault Sir. l. 32. thy owne. l. 35. kickses.

p. 29, ll. 1 and 2. dark secret. l. 4. admirable. l. 5. nor he. l. 7. Omits Faith. l. 9. think I to. l. 29. Man was my argument. l. 32. Will yo'u sett to your hand brother. l. 35. I say Son you trifle time. l. 38. if you had shewed me land only.

p. 30, l. 17. though. l. 20. with Dim Lamps. l. 32. and blush. l. 38. than life. l. 39. me love.

p. 31, l. 5. yours still and your glory. l. 6. I your. l. 31. rosy morn. l. 35. those lights.

p. 32, l. 1. there be lesse. l. 12. into feaver, l. 24. can you love with. l. 30. I confesse. l. 31. but yee shall. ll. 36 and 37. all Elements.

p. 33, l. 5. Omits one stay. l. 17. nor horses. l. 30. art thou in.

p. 34, l. 1. Many asses. l. 13. Pox could he not. l. 20. take up. l. 24. No, no, no.

p. 35, l. 1. mettle. l. 11. thy own. l. 12. my own. l. 21. Cowardlines...upon. ll. 33 and 34. seene but their owne Country smoak, would grow.

p. 36, l. 10. a meer. l. 21. on 'em. l. 31. in my armes.

p. 37, l. 13. his two noble warlike. l. 16. as they came newly from. l. 23. to fall into a greene. l. 24. travailing language. l. 29. Omits And. ll. 30 and 31. to distinguish between a. l. 32. pruning and dressing up. l. 36. Omits Sir. l. 39. and a little.

p. 38, l. 1. fit Sir. l. 13. strang. ll. 36-38. gives these lines as continuation of Charles's speech.

p. 39, l. 5. too men. l. 15. ours healthful. l. 21. see. l. 26. Omits Nature. l. 26. clip yee. ll. 26 and 27. kiss yee. l. 37. have need. l. 38. studied among.

p. 40, l. 2. anything, anything fit. l. 8. beauties favour. l. 9. part of life run. ll. 17 and 18. flowers woe us to't; yet ... these pleasures. l. 24. Omits A good night t'ye, and. Begins May the dew etc. l. 32. are at. l. 38. I command.

p. 41, l. 1. Omits the line Enter Eustace &c. l. 16. my own. l. 24. Snatches out his. l. 38. Omits to me.

p. 42, l. 1. neither wit. l. 2. of man. l. 13. on 'em. l. 20. lie talke. l. 24. your mercy. l. 30. Omits ye despicable creatures. l. 34. Omits What did you bring to carry her?

p. 43, l. 3. Omits Enter Miramont. l. 5. Eust (char.). l. 6. by friends. l. 9. In truth, I ... duty Sir. l. 11. Bring in a. l. 17. nor frost. l. 21. but yong neither. l. 22. tayle. l. 24. have the right. l. 25. are Anagrams. l. 34. hear and hereafter laugh at. l. 35. you dear.

p. 44, l. 5. such question. l. 9. old goate. l. 10. Omits her. l. 12. Omits that's a. l. 21. a feast for him to make him fat. ll. 23 and 24. and we'le breake. l. 27. like servants. l. 31. take them.

p. 45, l. 16. I must needs tast of. ll. 17 and 18. tender of you, and for your healths and credlts sake must tell you, you have all you are like to have. l. 19. Omits And. l. 23. is truth Sir...find it, you. l. 26. of an. l. 35. scoffing cheating queane.

p. 46, l. 3. his lease. l. 8. loving and. l. 12. will put. l. 14. marke hlm. l. 15. thank you for thy office. l. 17. Cue Sir, and second me. By. l. 21. Omits me. l. 21. alas nothing. l. 24. Cockold Tenure. l. 30. Andrew wilt thou. l. 32. be the Justice. l. 34. in thee.

p. 47, l. 3. arizing. l. 5. Omits O. l. 15. the farme...to it. l. 20. troth Sir there is...mine, (omits Sir). l. 29. have got an ague that you shake...he's.

p. 48, l. 6. women. l. 8. of my brother. l. 21. ride the better. ll. 23 and 24. Puts Andrew after promise. Omits Andrew after Farm. ll. 36 and 37. reparable a losse and easily recoverd.

p. 49, l. 2. dozen or 2 of oaths. l. 6. so well, that on my. l. 8. rules out. l. 12. nor suffer. l. 13. are there no. l. 16. with us. l. 38. no use.

p. 50, ll. 10—12. Omits that batten...no palats. ll. 17 and 18. make you the. l. 36. Antidote, or—.

p. 51, l. 4. are reformd. l. 28. Ere I went. ll. 31—34. is in itself a guard and yet since...may weare...nor can eat or study. l. 37. None Sir.

p. 52, l. 4. not done in scorn. l. 11. what you. l. 14. ask from. l. 17. toil ascended. l. 22. what this tempest. l. 37. I goe lesse.

p. 53, l. 4. ever could. l. 7. plung'd in teachlng. l. 9. you were. l. 20. nor threats. l. 25. Noe, Noe. l. 26. and the other. l. 33. Adds They fight.

p. 54, l. 2. in time. l. 3. till thine. l. 8. as your father is. l. 15. late in me Sir. ll. 22 and 23. Omits nay, the...are bound. l. 25. that Eustace. l. 26. and that the perfect. l. 27. Nay, no. l. 28. Sure I shall not need, Sir. ll. 30, 31. Omits to all that men call good. l. 33. to.

P. 55, l. 7. and so deserve it. l. 12. gravity in...and will. l. 13. him, if he rebel, that. l. 19. read a tragedy in my face, Sir.

p. 56, l. 4. Omits and such a one. l. 10. why, so, this is. l. 11. and old. l. 23. Death...perswasion. l. 25. falsely. l. 26. let me. l. 28. but ruins rather that. l. 30. reputation. l. 34. love Charles. l. 35. held mulcts. l. 36. in the.

p. 57, l. 1. to mine honour. l. 11. Omits yields. l. 15. Adds Will you doe what you are sworne too. l. 23. loose you. l. 32. in that. l. 35. states.

p. 58, l. 6. but is an Amadis. l. 8. effect it. l. 9. kind of consent. l. 14. Andrew have his farme increasd. l. 15. and rut no. l. 17. the Billmen.

The MS. gives the Epilogue but not the Prologue.

It also adds the following verses:—

Epigram:

A freemans life is like a pilgrimage Whats his life then that lives in mariage Tis Sisiphus his toyle that with a stone Doth doe what surely for ease must be done His laboures Journey's endles, tis no Riddle Since he's but halfe on's way that stands in th'middle.



Ad Janum.

Take Comfort Janus, never feare thy head Which to the quick belongs, not to the dead Thy wife did lye with one, thou being dead drunke Thou art no Cuckold though shee bee a Punke.

Tis not the state nor soveraintie of Jove could draw thy pure affections from my love nor is there any Venus in the Skyes could from thy looks with draw my greedy eyes.



THE SPANISH CURATE

A = First Folio; B = Second Folio.

p. 60, ll. 3-41. Omitted in A. l. 42. A omits] and. l. 46. A] heirs.

p. 61, l. 38. A] Encreasing by. l. 39. B misprints] Vialante.

p. 63, l. 17. A] base and abject.

p. 64, l. 2. A] Or modestie. l. 18. B misprints whow. l. 31. A] wish that it.

p. 65, l. 17. A] By this example. l. 25. A] or of my.

p. 66, l. 8. A] of mine own. l. 26. A] Mirth, and Seck.

p. 68, l. 2. A] have you.

p. 70, l. 28. A] provoking it call.

p. 73, l. 13. A] To me, of, that misery against my will.

p. 74, l. 33. A] A omits] as.

p. 75, l. 18. A] A gives this line to Lean. l. 31. A adds] exit lea. and gives ll. 32 and 33 to Ars. l. 34. A omits] Exeunt Mil. Ars.

p. 76, l. 29. A] A comma has been substituted for a full-stop after weathers.

p. 77, l. 25. A] look out it. l. 39. A] has.

p. 79, l. 3. A] often-times. l. 15. B prints] Dig. l. 28. A omits] to. ll. 33 and 34. A gives these lines to Lea.

p. 80, l. 22. B misprints] yesterday.

p. 82, l. 9. A] still and the l. 16. A] jealousies.

p. 83, l. 3. B] More.

p. 84, l. 15. A] Gentleman.

p. 86, l. 8. A] be a kin. l. 10. A] 'long.

p. 87, l. 19. A] am both to l. 23. A] 'Faith.

p. 88, l. 6. A] Y'faith. l. 26. A] ye might.

p. 89, l. 4. A adds] Enter Amaranta. l. 18. B misprints] womau. ll. 21-34. Omitted in A.

p. 90, l. 22. A] lock upon me.

p. 92, l. 25. A adds stage direction] Two chaires set out. l. 28. A omits] are.

p. 93, l. 10. A] porrage l. 23. A] gymitrie.



APPENDIX

THE ELDER BROTHER IN VERSE, FROM THE QUARTO OF 1637 (A).



Actus I. Scena I.

Lewis, Angellina, Sylvia.

Nay, I must walk you farther. Ang. I am tyr'd Sir, And nere shall foot it home. L. 'Tis for your health; The want of exercise takes from your beauties, And sloath dries up your sweetness: That you are My onely Daughter and my heir, is granted; And you in thankfulness must needs acknowledge, You ever finde me an indulgent Father, And open-handed. Ang. Nor can you tax me, Sir, I hope, for want of duty to deserve These favours from you. Lew. No, my Angellina, I love and cherish thy obedience to me, Which my care to advance thee, shall confirm: All that I aime at, is to winne thee from The practise of an idle foolish state Us'd by great Women, who think any labour (Though in the service of themselves) a blemish To their faire fortunes. Ang. Make me understand Sir, What 'tis you point at. Lew. At the custome how Virgins of wealthy families, waste their youth; After a long sleep when you wake, your woman Presents your breakfast, then you sleep again, Then rise, and being trimm'd up by others hands, Y'are led to dinner, and that ended, either To Cards or to your Couch (as if you were Born without motion) After this to Supper, And then to bed; And so your life runnes round Without variety or action Daughter.

Syl. Here's a learned Lecture! Lew. From this idlenesse Diseases both in body and in minde Grow strong upon you; where a stirring nature With wholesome exercise guards both from danger: I'de have thee rise with the Sunne, walke, dance or hunt, Visite the groves and springs, and learne the vertue Of Plants and Simples: Doe this moderately, And thou shall not with eating chalke, or coales, Leather and oatmeale, and such other trash, Fall into the greene sicknesse. Syl. With your pardon (Were you but pleas'd to minister it) I could Prescribe a remedy for my Ladies health, And her delight too, farre transcending those Your Lordship but now mention'd. Lew. What is it Sylvia?

Syl. What i'st? A noble Husband; In that word, a Noble Husband, all content of Woman Is wholly comprehended; He will rowse her, As you say, with the Sunne, and so pipe to her, As she will dance, ne're doubt it, and hunt with her, Upon occasion, untill both be weary; And then the knowledge of your Plants and Simples, As I take it, were superfluous; A loving, And but adde to it a gamesome Bedfellow, Being the sure Physician. Lew. Well said Wench.

Ang. And who gave you Commission to deliver Your verdict, Minion? Syl. I deserve a fee, And not a frown, deare Madam; I but speak Her thoughts, my Lord, and what her modesty Refuses to give voyce to; shew no mercy To a Maidenhead of fourteene, but off with't: Let her lose no time Sir; fathers that deny Their Daughters lawfull pleasure, when ripe for them, In some kinds edge their appetites to tast of The fruit that is forbidden. Lew. Tis well urg'd, And I approve it; no more blushing Girle, Thy woman hath spoke truth, and so prevented What I meant to move to thee: There dwells neere us A Gentleman of blood, Mounsieur Brisac, Of a faire state, sixe thousand Crowns per annum, The happy Father of two hopefull Sons, Of different breeding; Th' elder, a meere Scholar, The younger, a quaint Courtier. Ang. Sir, I know them By publique fame, though yet I never saw them; And that oppos'd antipathy between Their various dispositions, renders them The general discourse and argument; One part inclining to the Scholar Charles, The other side preferring Eustace, as A man compleat in Courtship. Lew. And which [w]ay (If of these two you were to chuse a husband) Doth your affection sway you? Ang. to be plaine, Sir, (Since you will teach me boldnesse) as they are Simply themselves, to neither; Let a Courtier Be never so exact, Let him be blest with All parts that yeeld him to a Virgin gracious, If he depend on others, and stand not On his owne bottomes, though he have the meanes To bring his Mistresse to a Masque, or by Conveyance from some great ones lips, to taste Such favour from the Kings: or grant he purchase, Precedency in the Country, to be sworne A servant Extraordinary to the Queen; Nay, though he live in expectation of Some huge preferment in reversion; If He Want a present fortune, at the best Those are but glorious dreames, and onely yeeld him A happiness in posse, not in esse; Nor can they fetch him silkes from th' Mercer; nor Discharge a Taylors bill; nor in full plenty (Which still preserves a quiet bed at home) Maintaine a family. Lew. Aptly consider'd, And to my wish; but what's thy censure of The Schollar? Ang. Troth (if he be nothing else) As of the Courtier; all his Songs, and Sonnets, His Anagrams, Acrosticks, Epigrammes, His deep and Philosophical discourse Of natures hidden secrets, makes not up A perfect husband; He can hardly borrow The Starres of the Celestial crown to make me A tire for my head; nor Charles Waine for a Coach, Nor Ganymede for a Page, nor a rich Gowne From Juno's Wardrob, nor would I lye in (For I despaire not once to be a mother) Under heavens spangled Canopy, or banquet My guests and Gossips with imagin'd Nectar; Pure Orleans would doe better; no, no, father, Though I could be well pleas'd to have my husband A Courtier, and a Schollar, young, and valiant, These are but gawdy nothings, if there be not Something to make a substance. Lew. And what is that?

Ang. A full estate, and that said, I've said all, And get me such a one with these additions, Farewell Virginity, and welcome wedlock.

Lew. But where is such one to be met with Daughter? A black Swan is more common, you may weare Grey tresses ere we find him. Ang. I am not So punctual in all ceremonies, I will bate Two or three of these good parts, before Ile dwell Too long upon the choice. Syl. Onely, my Lord, remember That he be rich and active, for without these The others yeeld no relish, but these perfect; You must bear with small faults, Madam. Lew. Merry Wench, And it becomes you well; Ile to Brisac, And try what may be done; ith' mean time, home, And feast thy thoughts with th' pleasures of a Bride.

Syl. Thoughts are but airy food Sir, let her tast them.



Actus I. Scena II.

Andrew, Cooke, Butler.

Unload part of the Library, and make roome For th' other dozen of Carts, Ile straight be with you.

Co. Why hath he more bookes? And. More than ten Marts send over.

But. And can he tell their names? And. their names? he has 'em As perfect as his pater noster, but that's nothing, 'Has red them over leaf by leaf three thousand times; But here's the wonder, though their weight would sink A Spanish Carrack, without other ballast, He carryeth them all in his head, and yet He walkes upright. But. Surely he has a strong braine.

And. If all thy pipes of wine were fill'd with bookes Made of the barkes of trees, or mysteries writ In old moth-eaten vellam, he would sip thy Celler Quite dry, and still be thirsty; Then for's Diet, He eats and digests more Volumes at a meal, Than there would be Larkes (though the sky should fall) Devowred in a moneth in Paris, yet feare not Sons oth' buttry, and kitchin, though his learn'd stomack Cannot b' appeas'd; Hee'll seldom trouble you, His knowing stomack contemnes your blacke Jacks, Butler, And your Flagons; and Cook thy boyl'd, thy roast, thy bak'd.

Co. How liveth he? And. Not as other men doe, Few Princes fare like him; He breakes his fast With Aristotle, dines with Tully, takes His watering with the Muses, sups with Livie, Then walkes a turne or two in via lactea, And (after six houres conference with the starres) Sleepes with old Erra Pater. But. This is admirable.

And. I'le tell you more hereafter, here's my old Master And another old ignorant Elder, Ile upon 'em.

Enter Brisac, Lewis.

What Andrew? welcome, where's my Charles! speake Andrew, Where didst thou leave thy Master? And. Contemplating The number of the sands in the high way, And from that, purposes to make a judgement Of the remainder in the Sea; He is Sir, In serious study, and will lose no minute, Nor out of 's pace to knowledge. Lew. This is strange.

And. Yet he hath sent his duty Sir before him In this fair manuscript. Bri. What have we here? Pot-hookes and Andirons! And. I much pitie you, It is the Syrian Character, or the Arabicke, Would 'ee have it said, so great and deep a Scholar As Master Charles is, should ask blessing In any Christian Language? Were it Greeke, I could interpret for you, but indeed I'm gone no farther. Bri. And in Greeke, you can Lie with your smug wife Lilly. And. If I keepe her From your French dialect, as I hope I shall Sir, Howere she is your Laundresse, she shall put you To th' charge of no more soape than usuall For th' washing of your sheets. Bri. Take in the knave, And let him eat. And. And drink too Sir. Bri. And drinke too Sir, And see your Masters Chamber ready for him.

But. Come Doctor Andrew without Disputation Thou shall commence ith' Celler. And. I had rather Commence on a cold bak'd meat. Co. Thou shall ha't, Boy. Ex.

Bri. Good Mounsieur Lewis, I esteeme my selfe Much honour'd in your cleare intent, to joyne Our ancient families, and make them one, And 'twill take from my age and cares to live And see what you have purpos'd but in act, Of which your visite at this present is A hopeful Omen; I each minute expecting Th' arrival of my Sons; I have not wrong'd Their Birth for want of meanes and education, To shape them to that course each was addicted; And therefore that we may proceed discreetly, Since what's concluded rashly seldome prospers, You first shall take 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 From Socrates in this. Bri. Come lay them by; Let them agree at leasure. Cha. Mans life Sir, being So short, and then the way that leades unto The knowledg of our selves, so long and tedious, Each minute should be precious. Bri. In our care To manage worldly business, you must part with This bookish contemplation, and prepare Your self for action; to thrive in this age, Is held the blame of learning; you must study To know what part of my land's good for th' plough, And what for pasture; how to buy and sell To the best advantage; how to cure my Oxen When they're oregrown with labour. Cha. I may do this From what I've read Sir; for what concerns tillage? Who better can deliver it than Virgil In his Georgicks? and to cure your herds, His Bucolicks is a masterpeece; but when He does discribe the Commonwealth of Bees, Their industry and knowledge of the herbs, From which they gather honey, with their care To place it with decorum in the Hive, Their gover[n]ment among themselves, their order In going forth and comming loaden home, Their obedience to their King, and his rewards To such as labour, with his punishments Onely inflicted on the slothful Drone, I'm ravished with it, and there reap my harvest, And there receive the gaine my Cattle bring me, And there find wax and honey. Bri. And grow rich In your imagination; heyday heyday, Georgicks, Bucolicks, and Bees! Art mad?

Cha. No Sir, the knowledge of these guards me from it.

Bri. But can you find among your bundle of bookes (And put in all your Dictionaries that speak all tongu's) What pleasure they enjoy, that do embrace A well shap'd wealthy Bride? Answer me that.

Cha. Tis frequent Sir in story, there I read of All kinde of vertuous and vitious women; The ancient Spartan Dames, and Roman Ladyes, Their beauties and deformities, and when I light upon a Portia or Cornelia, Crown'd with still-flourishing leaves of truth and goodness, With such a feeling I peruse their fortunes, As if I then had liv'd, and freely tasted Their ravishing sweetness; at the present loving The whole sexe for their goodness and example. But on the contrary when I looke on A Clytemnestra, or a Tullia; The first bath'd in her husbands blood; The latter, Without a touch of piety, driving on Her Chariot ore her fathers breathless trunk, Horrour invades my faculties; and comparing The multitudes o' th' guilty, with the few That did dye Innocents, I detest, and loathe 'm As ignorance or Atheisme. Bri. You resolve then Nere to make payment of the debt you owe me.

Cha. What debt, good Sir? Bri. A debt I payd my father When I begat thee, and made him a Grandsir, Which I expect from you. Cha. The children Sir, Which I will leave to all posterity, Begot and brought up by my painefull studies, Shall be my living issue. Bri. Very well. And I shall have a general collection Of all the quiddits from Adam to this time To be my Grandchild. Ch. And such a one I hope Sir As shall not shame the family. Bri. Nor will you Take care of my estate? Cha. But in my wishes; For know Sir, that the wings on which my Soul Is mounted, have long since born her too high To stoope to any prey that scares not upwards. Sordid and dunghil minds compos'd of earth, In that grosse Element fix all their happiness; But purer spirits, purg'd and refin'd, shake off That clog of humane frailtie; give me leave T'injoy my selfe; that place that does containe My Bookes (the best Companions) is to me A glorious Court, where hourely I converse With the old Sages and Philosophers, And sometimes for variety, I conferre With Kings and Emperours, and weigh their Counsels, Calling their Victories (if unjustly got) Unto a strict accompt, and in my phancy, Deface their ill-plac'd Statues; Can I then Part with such constant pleasures, to embrace Uncertaine vanities? No, be it your care T'augment your heap of wealth; It shall be mine T'encrease in knowledg—Lights there for my study. Exit.

_Bri_. Was ever man that had reason thus transported From all sense and feeling of his proper good? It vexes me, and if I found not comfort In my young _Eustace_, I might well conclude My name were at a period! _Lew_. Hee's indeed Sir The surer base to build on. _Bri_. _Eustace_. _Eust_. Sir. [_Ent. Eust. Egre. Cow. & Andr.

Bri. Your eare in private. And. I suspect my master Has found harsh welcome, he's gon supperless Into his study; could I find out the cause, It may be borrowing of his books, or so, I shall be satisfi'd. Eust. My duty shall Sir, Take any forme you please; and in your motion To have me married, you cut off all dangers The violent heats of youth might beare me to.

Lew. It is well answer'd. Eust. Nor shall you my Lord For your faire Daughter ever finde just cause To mourn your choice of me; the name of husband, Nor the authority it carries in it Shall ever teach me to forget to be As I am now her servant, and your Lordships; And but that modesty forbids, that I Should sound the Trump of my owne deserts, I could say my choice manners have been such, As render me lov'd and remarkable To th' Princes of the blood. Cow. Nay to the King.

Egre. Nay to the King and Councel. And. These are Court admirers, And ever eccho him that beares the bagg. Though I be dull-ey'd, I see through this jugling.

Eust. Then for my hopes: Cow. Nay certainties. Eust. They stand As faire as any mans. What can there fall In compass of her wishes which she shall not Be suddenly possess'd of? Loves she titles? By th' grace and favour of my princely friends, I am what she would have me. Bri. He speakes well, And I beleeve him. Lew. I could wish I did so. Pray you a word Sir. He's a proper Gentleman, And promises nothing, but what is possible. So far I will go with you; Nay I add, He hath won much upon me, and were he But one thing that his brother is, the bargain Were soone struck up. Bri. What's that my Lord? Lew. the heire.

And. Which he is not, and I trust never shall be.

Bri. Come, that shall breed no difference; you see Charles has giv'n ore the World; Ile undertake, And with much ease, to buy his birthright of him For a dry-fat of new bookes; nor shall my state Alone make way for him, but my-elder brothers, Who being issueless, t'advance our name, I doubt not will add his; Your resolution?

Lew. He first acquaint my daughter with the proceedings, On these terms I am yours, as she shall be, Make you no scruple, get the writings ready, She shall be tractable; to-morrow we will hold A second conference: Farewell noble Eustace, And you brave Gallants. Eust. Ful increase of honour Wait ever on you[r] Lordship. And. The Gowt rather And a perpetual Meagrim. Bri. You see Eustace, How I travail to possess you of a fortune You were not born to; be you worthy of it, Ile furnish you for a Suitor; visit her And prosper in't. Eust. Shee's mine Sir, fear it not: In all my travailes, I nere met a Virgin That could resist my Courtship. Eust. If take now, Ware made for ever, and will revel it. Exeunt.

And. In tough Welsh parsly, which in our vulgar Tongue Is strong hempen halters; My poore Master coo'znd, And I a looker on! If we have studied Our majors, and our minors, antecedents, And consequents, to be concluded coxcombes, W have made a faire hand on't; I am glad I h've found Out all their plots, and their conspiracies; This shall t' old Mounsieur Miramont, one, that though He cannot read a Proclamation, yet Dotes on learning, and loves my Master Charles For being a Schollar; I hear hee's comming hither, I shall meet him, and if he be that old Rough teasty blade he always us'd to be, I'le ring him such a peale as shall go neere To shake their belroome, peradventure, beat 'm, For he is fire and flaxe, and so have at him. Exit.

Finis Actus primi.

Actus 2. Scena I.

Miramont, Brisac.

Nay Brother, brother. Bri. Pray Sir be not moved, I meddle in no business but mine own, And in mine owne 'tis reason I should governe.

Mir. But how to govern then, and understand Sir, And be as wise as y'are hasty, though you be My brother, and from one bloud sprung, I must tell yee Heartily and home too. Br. What Sir? Mir. What I grieve to find You are a foole, and an old foole, and that's two.

Bri. We'l part 'em, if you please. Mir. No they're entailed to 'em. Seeke to deprive an honest noble spirit, Your eldest Son Sir? and your very Image, (But he's so like you that he fares the worse for't) Because he loves his booke and doates on that, And onely studies how to know things excellent, Above the reach of such course braines as yours, Such muddy fancies, that never will know farther Then when to cut your Vines, and cozen Merchants, And choake your hide-bound Tenants with musty harvests.

Bri. You go to fast. Mir. I'm not come too my pace yet; Because h' has made his studie all his pleasure, And is retyr'd into his Contemplation, Not medling with the dirt and chaffe of nature, That makes the spirit of the mind mud too, Therefore must he be flung from his inheritance? Must he be dispossess'd, and Mounsieur Gingle boy His younger brother— Bri. You forget your self.

Mir. Because h' has been at Court and learn'd new tongues, And how to speak a tedious peece of nothing; To vary his face as Seamen do their Compass, To worship images of gold and silver, And fall before the she Calves of the Season, Therefore must he jump into his brothers land?

Bri. Have you done yet, and have you spake enough, In praise of learning, Sir? Mir. Never enough.

Bri. But brother do you know what learning is?

Mir. It is not to be a justice of Peace as you are, And palter out your time ith' penal Statutes. To heare the curious Tenets controverted Between a Protestant Constable, and Jesuit Cobler, To pick natural Philosophic out of bawdry, When your Worship's pleas'd to correctifie a Lady; Nor 'tis not the main moral of blinde Justice, (Which is deep learning) when your worships Tenants Bring a light cause, and heavie Hennes before yee, Both fat and feesible, a Goose or Pig, And then you sit like equity with both hands Weighing indifferently the state oth' question. These are your quodlibets, but no learning Brother.

Bri. You are so parlously in love with learning, That I'de be glad to know what you understand, brother. I'me sure you have read all Aristotle. Mir. Faith no, But I beleeve, I have a learned faith Sir, And that's it makes a Gentleman of my sort; Though I can speak no Greek I love the sound on't, It goes so thundering as it conjur'd Devils. Charles speakes it loftily, and if thou wert a man, Or had'st but ever heard of Homers Iliads, Hesiod, and the Greek Poets, thou wouldst run mad, And hang thy self for joy th' hadst such a Gentleman To be thy son; O he has read such things To me! Bri. And you do understand 'm Brother?

Mir. I tell thee no, that's not material; the sound's Sufficient to confirme an honest man: Good brother Brisac, do's your young Courtier That weares the fine cloathes, and is the excellent Gentleman, (The Traveller, the Souldier, as you think too) Understand any other power than his Taylor? Or knowes what motion is more than an Horse race? What the moon meanes, but to light him home from Taverns? Or the comfort of the Sun is, but to weare slash't clothes in? And must this peece of ignorance be popt up, Because 't can Kisse the hand, and cry sweet Lady? Say it had been at Rome, and seen the Reliques, Drunk your Verdea wine, and ridde at Naples, Brought home a pox of Venice treacle with it, To cure young wenches that have eaten ashes: Must this thing therefore?— Bri. Yes Sir this thing must, I will not trust my land to one so sotted, So grown like a disease unto his studie; He that will fling off all occasions And cares, to make him understand what state is, And how to govern it, must by that reason, Be flung himself aside from managing: My younger boy is a fine Gentleman.

Mir. He is an asse, a peece of Ginger-bread, Gilt over to please foolish girles puppets.

Bri. You are my elder Brother. Mir. So I had need, And have an elder wit, thou'dst shame us all else. Go too, I say, Charles shall inherit. Bri. I say no, Unless Charles had a soul to understand it; Can he manage six thousand Crowns a yeare Out of the Metaphysicks? or can all His learn'd Astronomy look to my Vineyards? Can the drunken old Poets make up my Vines? (I know they can drinke 'm) or your excellent Humanists Sell 'm the Merchants for my best advantage? Can History cut my hay, or get my Corne in? And can Geometrie vent it in the market? Shall I have my sheepe kept with a Jacobs staffe now? I wonder you will magnifie this mad man, You that are old and should understand. Mir. Should, sai'st thou, Thou monstrous peece of ignorance in office! Thou that hast no more knowledge than thy Clerk infuses, Thy dapper Clerk larded with ends of Latin, And he no more than custom of offences; Thou unrepriveable Dunce! that thy formal band strings, Thy Ring nor pomander cannot expiate for, Do'st thou tell me I should? Ile pose thy Worship In thine own Libraty an Almanack, Which thou art dayly poring on to pick out Dayes of iniquity to cozen fooles in, And full Moones to cut Cattel; do'st thou taint me, That have run over Story, Poetry, Humanity? Bri. As a cold nipping shadow Does ore eares of Corne, and leave 'em blasted, Put up your anger, what Ile do Ile do.

Mir. Thou shall not doe. Bri. I will. Mir. Thou art an Asse then, A dull old tedious Asse, th['] art ten times worse And of lesse credit than Dunce Hollingshead The Englishman, that writes of snowes and Sheriffes.

Enter Lewis.

Bri. Wel take you pleasure, here's one I must talke with.

Lew. Good day Sir. Bri. Faire to you Sir. Lew. May I speake w'ye?

Bri. With all my heart, I was waiting on your goodness.

Lew. Good morrow Mo[n]sieur Miramont. Mir. O sweet Sir, Keep your good morrow to coole your Worships pottage, A couple of the worlds fooles met together To raise up dirt and dunghils. Lew. Are they drawne?

Bri. They shall be ready Sir, within these two houres; And Charles set his hand. Lew. 'Tis necessary; For he being a joint purchaser, though your state Was got by your owne industrie, unlesse He seale to the Conveyance, it can be Of no validity. Bri. He shall be ready, And do it willingly. Mir. He shall be hang'd first.

Bri. I hope your daughter likes. Lew. S[h]e loves him well Sir. Young Eustace is a bait to catch a woman, A budding spritely fellow; y'are resolved then, That all shall passe from Charles. Bri. All all, hee's nothing, A bunch of bookes shall be his patrimony, And more then he can manage too. Lew. Will your brother Passe over his land to, to your son Eustace? You know he has no heire. Mir. He will be flead first, And horse-collars made of 's skin! Bri. let him alone, A wilful man; my state shall serve the turne, Sir. And how does your Daughter? Lew. Ready for the houre, And like a blushing Rose that staies the pulling.

Bri. To morrow, then's the day. Lew. Why then to morrow Ile bring the Girle; get you the Writings ready.

Mir. But hark you Monsieur, have you the vertuous conscience To help to robb an heire, an Elder Brother, Of that which Nature and the Law flings on him? You were your fathers eldest son, I take it, And had his Land, would you had had his wit too, Or his discretion to consider nobly, What 'tis to deale unworthily in these things; You'l say hee's none of yours, he's his son; And he will say, he is no son to inherit Above a shelfe of Bookes; Why did he get him? Why was he brought up to write and reade, and know things? Why was he not like his father, a dumbe Justice? A flat dull peece of flegme, shap'd like a man, A reverend Idoll in a peece of arras? Can you lay disobedience, want of manners, Or any capital crime to his charge? Lew. I doe not, Nor do not weigh your words, they bite not me, Sir; This man must answer. Bri. I have don't already. And giv'n sufficient reason to secure me; And so good morrow brother to your patience.

Lew. Good morrow Monsieur Miramont. Mir. Good night-caps Keepe braines warme, or Maggots will breed in 'm. Well Charles, thou shall not want to buy thee bookes yet, The fairest in thy study are my gift, And the University Lovaine for thy sake, Hath tasted of my bounty, and to vex Th' old doting foole thy father, and thy brother, They shall not share a Solz of mine between them; Nay more, Ile give thee eight thousand Crowns a year, In some high strain to write my Epitaph.



Actus II. Scaena II.

Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.

How do I look now my elder Brother? Nay, t'is a handsome Suit. Cow. All courtly, courtly.

Eust. Ile assure ye Gentlemen, my Taylor has travail'd, And speaks as lofty Language in his bills too; The cover of an old Book would not shew thus. Fye, fie; what things these Academicks are? These book-worms, how they look! Egr. Th'are mere Images, No gentle motion nor behaviour in 'm, They'l prattle ye of primum mobile, And tell a story of the state of Heaven, What Lords and Ladies govern in such houses, And what wonders they do when they meet together, And how they spit snow, fire, and hail like a Jugler, And make a noise when they are drunk, which we call Thunder.

Cow. They are the sneaking'st things, and the contemptiblest; Such small-beer brains, but aske 'em any thing Out of the Element of their understanding, And they stand gaping like a roasted Pig; Do they know what a Court is or a Councel, Or how th' affairs of Christendome are manag'd? Do they know any thing but a tyred hackney? And they cry absurd as the Horse understood 'em. They have made a fair youth of your elder brother, A pretty piece of flesh. Eust. I thank 'm for it, Long may he study to give me his state. Saw you my Mistress? Egre. Yes, shees a sweet young woman, But be sure you keep her from Learning. Eust. Songs she May have, and read a little unbak'd Poetry, Such as the Dablers of our time contrive, That has no weight nor wheel to move the mind, Nor indeed nothing but an empty sound; She shall have cloaths, but not made by Geometry; Horses and Coach, but of no immortal race; I will not have a Scholar in mine house Above a gentle Reader; They corrupt The foolish women with their subtle problems; Ile have my house call'd Ignorance, to fright Prating Philosophers from entertainment.

Cow. It will do well, love those that love good fashions, Good clothes and rich, they invite men to admire 'm, That speak the lisp of Court. Oh 'tis great Learning! To ride well, dance well, sing well, or whistle Courtly, Th' are rare endowments; that they have seen far Countries, And can speak strange things, though they speak no truths, For then they make things common. When are you married?

Eust. To morrow, I think, we must have a Masque Boyes, And of our own making. Egre. 'Tis not half an houres work, A Cupid and a fiddle, and the thing's done, But let's be handsome, shall's be Gods or Nymphs?

Eust. What, Nymphs with beards? Cow. That's true, we'l be Knights then, Some wandring Knights, that light here on a sudden.

Eust. Let's go, let's go, I must go visit, Gentlemen, And mark what sweet lips I must kiss to morrow. Exeunt.

Actus II. Scena III.

Cook, Andrew, Butler.

And how do's my Master? And. Is at's book, peace Coxcomb, That such an unlearn'd tongue as thine should ask for him!

Co. Do's he not study conjuring too? And. Have you Lost any Plate, Butler? But. No, but I know I shall to morrow at dinner. And. Then to morrow You shall be turn'd out of your place for't; we meddle With no spirits oth' Buttry, they taste too small for us; Keep me a Pye in folio, I beseech thee, And thou shall see how learnedly Ile translate him; Shalls have good cheer to morrow? Coo. Ex. Lent, good cheer Andrew.

And. The spight on't is, that much about that time, I shall be arguing, or deciding rather, Which are the Males or Females of red Herrings And whether they be taken in the red Sea onely, A question found out by Copernicus, The learned Motion-maker. Co. I marry Butler, Here are rare things; a man that look'd upon him, Would swear he understood no more than we do.

But. Certain, a learned Andrew. And. I've so much on't And am so loaden with strong understanding, I fear, they'l run me mad, here's a new instrument, A metamatical glister to purge the Moon with, When she is laden with cold flegmatick humours, And here's another to remove the Stars, When they grow too thick in the Firmament.

Co. O heavens! why do I labour out my life In a beef-pot? and only search the secrets Of a Sallad; and know no farther! And. They are not Reveal'd to all heads; These are far above Your Element of Fire. Cooke. I could tell you Of Archimides glass to fire your coals with, And of the Philosophers turf that nere goes out; And Gilbert Butler, I could ravish thee, With two rare inventions. But. What are they Andrew?

And. The one to blanch your bread from chippings base, And in a moment, as thou wouldst an Almond, The Sect of the Epicureans invented that; The other for thy trenches, that's a strong one, To cleanse you twenty dozen in a minute, And no noise heard, which is the wonder Gilbert, And this was out of Plato's new Idea's.

But. Why, what a learned Master do'st thou serve Andrew?

And. These are but the scrapings of his understanding, Gilbert; With gods and goddesses, and such strange people He deals, and treats with in so plain a fashion, As thou do'st with thy boy that drawes thy drink, Or Ralph there with his kitchin boyes and scalders.

Coo. But why should he not be familiar and talk sometimes, As other Christians do, of hearty matters, And come into the Kitchin, and there cut his breakfast?

But. And then retyre to the Buttry and there eat it, And drink a lusty bowle to my younger Master That must be now the heir will do all these, I and be drunk too; These are mortal things.

And. My Master studies immortality. Coo. Now thou talk'st Of immortality, how do's thy wife Andrew? My old Master Did you no small pleasure when he procur'd her And stock'd you in a farme. If he should love her now, As he hath a Colts tooth yet, what sayes your learning And your strange instruments to that my Andrew? Can any of your learned Clerks avoid it? Can ye put by his Mathematical Engine?

And. Yes, or Ile break it; thou awaken'st me, And Ile peep ith' Moon this moneth but Ile watch for him. My Master rings, I must go make him a fire, And conjure ore his books. Coo. Adieu good Andrew, And send thee manly patience with thy learning. Exeu.



Actus II. Scaena IV.

Charles.

I have forgot to eat and sleep with reading, And all my faculties turn into studie; 'Tis meat and sleep; what need I outward garments, When I can cloathe my self with understanding? The stars and glorious planets have no Taylors, Yet ever new they are and shine like Courtiers. The seasons of the yeare find no fond parents, Yet some are arm'd in silver Ice that glisters, And sovne in gawdy green come in like Masquers: The Silk-worme spines her owne suit and her lodging, And has no aid nor partner in her labours: Why should we care for any thing but knowledge, Or look upon the world but to contemne it?

Enter Andrew.

Would you have any thing? Cha. Andrew, I find There is a flie grown o're the eye oth' Bull, Which will go neere to blind the Constellation.

And. Put a gold-ring in's nose, and that will cure him.

Cha. Ariadne's crown's away too; two main starres That held it fast are slip'd out. And. Send it presently To Gallatteo the Italian Star-wright Hee'll set it right againe with little labour.

Cha. Thou art a pretty Schollar. And. I hope I shall be; Have I swept bookes so often to know nothing?

Cha. I heare thou art married. And. It hath pleas'd your father To match me to a maid of his owne choosing, I doubt her constellation's loose too, and wants nailing, And a sweet farme he has given us a mile off Sir.

Cha. Marry thy selfe to understanding, Andrew, These women are Errata in all Authours, They're faire to see to, and bound up in vellam, Smooth, white and cleare, but their contents are monstrous; They treat of nothing but dull age and diseases. Thou hast not so much wit in thy head, as there is On those shelves, Andrew. And. I think I have not Sir.

Cha. No, if thou had'st thould'st nere marryed a woman In thy bosome, they're Cataplasmes made oth' deadly sins: I nere saw any yet but mine own mother; Or if I did, I did regard them but As shadowes that passe by of under Creatures.

And. Shall I bring you one? lie trust you with my owne wife; I would not have your brother go beyond ye; Th'are the prittiest natural Philosophers to play with.

Cha. No, no, th'are Opticks to delude mens eyes with. Does my younger brother speake any Greek yet, Andrew?

And. No, but he speaks High Dutch, and that goes as daintily.

Cha. Reach me the bookes down I read yesterday, And make a little fire and get a manchet; Make cleane those instruments of brass I shew'd you, And 'set the great Sphere by, then take the fox tayle And purg the bookes from dust, last take your Lilly, And get your part ready. And. Shall I go home Sir? My wives name is Lilly, there my best part lyes, Sir.

Cha. I mean your Gammer, O thou dunderhead! Would'st thou be ever in thy wives Syntaxis? Let me have no noise nor nothing to disturb me, I am to find a secret. And. So am I too, Which if I you find, I shall make some smart for't.— Exeunt.



Actus 3. Scena 1.

Lewis, Angellina; Sylvia, Notary.

This is the day my daughter Angellina, The happy, that must make you a fortune, A large and full one, my great care has wrought it, And yours must be as great to entertaine it; Young Eustace is a Gentleman at all points, And his behaviour affable and courtly, His person excellent, I know you find that, I read it in your eyes, you like his youth, Young handsome people should be match'd together, Then followes handsome Ch[i]ldren, handsome fortunes; The most part of his fathers state, my Wench, Is ti'd in a joynture, that makes up the harmony; And when y'are marryed. he's of that soft temper, And so far will be chain'd to your observance, That you may rule and turne him as you please. What are the writings drawn on our side, Sir?

Not. They are, and here I have so fetter'd him, That if the Elder Brother set his hand to, Not all the power of law shall ere release him.

Lew. These Notaries are notable confident Knaves, And able to doe more mischeife than an Army: Are all your clauses sure? Not. Sure as proportion, They may turne Rivers sooner than these writings.

Not. Why did you not put all the lands in, Sir?

Lew. Twas not condition'd. Not. If it had been found, It had been but a fault made in the writing; If not found all the Land. Lew. These are small Devils That care not who has misch[ie]fe, so they make it; They live upon the meere scent of dissension. Tis well, tis well, Are you contented Girle? For your wil must be known. Ang. A husband's welcom, And as an humble wife He entertaine him, No soveraignty I aime at, 'tis the mans Sir, For she that seekes it, killes her husbands Honour: The Gentleman I have scene, and well observ'd him, Yet find not that grac'd excellence you promise, A pretty Gentle man and he may please too, And some few flashes I have hear'd come from him, But not to admiration as to others; Hee's young and may be good, yet he must make it, And I may help, and help to thank him also. It is your pleasure I should make him mine, And't has beene still my duty to observe you.

Lew. Why then let's go, And I shall love your modesty. To horse, and bring the Coach out Angellina, To morrow you will looke more womanly.

Ang. So I looke honestly, I feare no eyes, Sir. Exeunt.



Actus III. Scaena II.

Brisac, Andrew, Cooke, Lilly.

Wait on your Master, he shall have that befits him;

And. No inheritance, Sir? Bri. You speak like a foole, a coxcomb, He shall have annual meanes to buy him bookes, And find him cloathes and meat, what would he more? Trouble him with Land? tis flat against his nature: I love him too, and honour those gifts in him.

And. Shall Master Eustace have all? Bri. All, all, he knowes how To use it, hee's a man bred in the world, T'other ith' heavens: my Masters, pray be wary, And serviceable; and Cooke see all your sawces Be sharp and poynant in the pallat, that they may Commend you; looke to your roast and bak'd meates hansomly, And what new kickshawes and delicate made things— Is th' musick come? But. Yes Sir, th'are here at breakfast.

Bri. There will be a Masque too, you must see this roome clean, And Butler your doore open to all good fellowes, But have an eye to your plate, for their be Furies; My Lilly welcome, you are for the linnen, Sort it, and see it ready for the table, And see the bride-bed made, and looke the cords be Not cut asunder by the Gallants too, There be such knacks abroad; hark hither, Lilly, To morrow night at twelve a clock, Ile suppe w'ye, Your husband shall be safe, Ile send ye meat too, Before I cannot well slip from my company.

And. Will ye so, will you so, Sir? Ile make one to eate it, I may chance make you stagger too. Bri. No answer, Lilly?

Lil. One word about the linnen; Ile be ready, And rest your worships still. And. And Ile rest w'yee, You shall see what rest 'twill be: Are ye so nimble? A man had need have ten paire of eares to watch you.

Bri. Wait on your Master, for I know he wants ye, And keep him in his studie, that the noise Do not molest him: I will not faile my Lilly— Come in sweet hearts, all to their several duties. Exeunt.

And. are you kissing ripe, Sir? Double but my farm And kisse her till thy heart ake; these smocke vermin, How eagerly they leap at old mens kisses, They lick their lipps at profit, not at pleasure; And if't were not for th' scurvie name of Cuckold, He should lye with her, I know shee'l labour at length With a good lordship. If he had a wife now, But that's all one, lie fit him: I must up Unto my Master, hee'l be mad with studie— Exit.



Actus III. Scoena III.

Charles.

What a noise is in this house, my head is broken, Within a Parenthesis, in every corner, As if the earth were shaken with some strange Collect, There are stirres and motions. What Planet rules this house?

Enter Andrew.

Who's there? And. Tis I Sir faithful Andrew. Cha. Come neere And lay thine eare downe, hear'st no noise? And. The Cookes Are chopping hearbs and mince meat to make pies, And breaking Marrow-bones— Char. Can they set them againe?

And. Yes, yes, in brothes and puddings, and they grow stronger For the' use of any man. Cha. What speaking's that? Sure there is a massacre. And. Of Pigs and Geese Sir, And Turkeys for the spit. The Cookes are angry Sirs, And that makes up the medly. Cha. Do they thus At every dinner? I nere mark'd them yet, Nor know who is a Cook. And. Th'are sometimes sober, And then they beat as gently as a Tabor.

Char. What loads are these? Andr. Meat, meat, Sir, for the Kitchin, And stinking Fowles the Tenants have sent in; They'l nere be found out at a general eating; And there's fat Venison, Sir. Cha. What's that? And. Why Deer, Those that men fatten for their private pleasures, And let their tenants starve upon the Commons.

Char. I've red of Deer, but yet I nere eat any.

And. There's a Fishmongers boy with Caviar Sir, Anchoves and Potargo, to make ye drink.

Cha. Sure these are modern, very modern meats, For I understand 'm not. And. No more do's any man From Caca merda or a substance worse, Till they be greas'd with oyle, and rub'd with onions, And then flung out of doors, they are rare Sallads.

Cha. And why is all this, prithee tell me Andrew! Are there any Princes to dine here to day? By this abundance sure there should be Princes; I've read of entertainment for the gods At half this charge, will not six dishes serve 'em? I never had but one, and that a small one.