_Char._ But I may do unreasonably to write it. What is it, Sir?
_Bri._ To pass the Land I have, Sir, unto your younger Brother.
_Char._ Is't no more?
_Bri._ No, no, 'tis nothing: you shall be provided for, and new Books you
shall have still, and new Studies, and have your means brought in without
thy care, Boy, and one still to attend you.
_Char._ This shews your love, Father.
_Bri._ I'm tender to you.
_And._ Like a stone, I take it.
_Char._ Why Father, I'll go down, an't please you let me, because I'd see
the thing they call the Gentlewoman; I see no Woman but through
contemplation, and there I'll do't before the company, and wish my Brother
fortune.
_Bri._ Do, I prethee.
_Char._ I must not stay, for I have things above require my study.
_Bri._ No, thou shalt not stay; thou shalt have a brave dinner too.
_And._ Now has he o'erthrown himself for ever; I will down into the
Cellar, and be stark drunk for anger. [_Exeunt._
ACTUS III. SCENA V.
_Enter_ Lewis, Angellina, Eustace, Priest, Ladies, Cowsy, Notary, _and_
Miramont.
_Not._ Come, let him bring his Sons hand, and all's done. Is your's ready?
_Pri._ Yes, I'll dispatch ye presently, immediately, for in truth I am a
hungry.
_Eust._ Do, speak apace, for we believe exactly: do not we stay long,
Mistress?
_Ang._ I find no fault, better things well done, than want time to do
them. Uncle, why are you sad?
_Mir.
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