_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.
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