What
trampling's that without of Horses?
_Enter_ Butler.
_But_. Sir, my young Masters are newly alighted.
_Bri_. Sir, now observe their several dispositions.
_Enter_ Charles.
_Char_. Bid my Supsiser carry my Hackney to the Butt'ry, and give him his
Bever; it is a civil and sober Beast, and will drink moderately; and that
done, turn him into the Quadrangle.
_Bri_. He cannot out of his University tone.
_Enter_ Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.
_Eust_. 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 Sheep's
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
garb) I bend my knee, and do expert what follows.
_Bri_. Courtly begg'd. My blessing, take it.
_Eust. (to Lew.)_ Your Lordship's vow'd adorer. What a thing this Brother
is! yet I'le vouchsafe him the new Italian shrug--
How clownishly the Book-worm does return it!
_Char_. I'm glad ye are well. [_Reads_.
_Eust_. Pray you be happy in the knowledge of this pair of accomplish'd
Monsieurs; they are Gallants that have seen both Tropicks.
_Bri_. I embrace their love.
_Egr_. Which we'll repay with servulating.
_Cow_. And will report your bounty in the Court.
_Bri_. I pray you make deserving use on't first.
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