_Char._ No, you must pardon me a while, I tell ye, I am in contemplation,
do not trouble me.
_Bri._ Come, leave thy Study, _Charles_.
_Char._ I'll leave my life first; I study now to be a man, I've found it.
Before what Man was, was but my Argument.
_Mir._ I like this best of all, he has taken fire, his dull mist flies
away.
_Eust._ Will you write, Brother?
_Char._ No, Brother, no; I have no time for poor things, I'm taking the
height of that bright Constellation.
_Bri._ I say you trifle time, Son.
_Char._ I will not seal, Sir; I am your Eldest, and I'll keep my
Birth-right, for Heaven forbid I should become example: Had y'only shew'd
me Land, I had deliver'd it, and been a proud man to have parted with it;
'tis dirt, and labour. Do I speak right, Uncle?
_Mir._ Bravely, my Boy, and bless thy tongue.
_Char._ I'll forward: but you have open'd to me such a treasure, I find my
mind free; Heaven direct my fortune.
_Mir._ Can he speak now? Is this a son to sacrifice?
_Char._ Such an inimitable piece of Beauty, that I have studied long, and
now found only, that I'll part sooner with my soul of Reason, and be a
Plant, a Beast, a Fish, a Flie, and only make the number of things up,
than yield to one foot of Land, if she be ti'd to't.
_Lew._ He speaks unhappily.
_Ang._ And methinks bravely. This the meer Scholar?
_Eust._ You but vex your self, Brother, and vex your study too.
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