They have made a fair Youth of your Elder Brother, a
pretty piece of flesh!
_Eust._ I thank 'em for't, long may he study to give me his Estate. Saw
you my Mistris?
_Egre._ Yes, she's 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 my house above a gentle Reader; they corrupt the
foolish Women with their subtle Problems; I'le have my house call'd
ignorance, to fright prating Philosophers from Entertainment.
_Cow._ It will do well, love those that love good fashions, good cloaths,
and rich; they invite men to admire 'em, that speak the lisp of Court. Oh
'tis great Learning! to Ride well, Dance well, Sing well, or Whistle
Courtly, they're rare endowments; that they have seen far Countreys, and
can speak strange things, though they speak no truths, for then they make
things common. When are you marri'd?
_Eust._ To morrow, I think; we must have a Masque, Boys, and of our own
making.
_Egre._ 'Tis not half an hours 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'll be Knights then; some wandring Knights, that
light here on a sudden.
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