_And._ Yet he hath sent his duty Sir before him
In this fair manuscript. _Bri._ What have we here?
Pot-hookes and Andirons! _And._ I much pitie you,
It is the Syrian Character, or the Arabicke,
Would 'ee have it said, so great and deep a Scholar
As Master _Charles_ is, should ask blessing
In any Christian Language? Were it Greeke,
I could interpret for you, but indeed
I'm gone no farther. _Bri._ And in Greeke, you can
Lie with your smug wife _Lilly_. _And._ If I keepe her
From your French dialect, as I hope I shall Sir,
Howere she is your Laundresse, she shall put you
To th' charge of no more soape than usuall
For th' washing of your sheets. _Bri._ Take in the knave,
And let him eat. _And._ And drink too Sir. _Bri._ And drinke too Sir,
And see your Masters Chamber ready for him.
_But._ Come Doctor _Andrew_ without Disputation
Thou shall commence ith' Celler. _And._ I had rather
Commence on a cold bak'd meat. _Co._ Thou shall ha't, Boy. _Ex._
_Bri._ Good Mounsieur _Lewis_, I esteeme my selfe
Much honour'd in your cleare intent, to joyne
Our ancient families, and make them one,
And 'twill take from my age and cares to live
And see what you have purpos'd but in act,
Of which your visite at this present is
A hopeful Omen; I each minute expecting
Th' arrival of my Sons; I have not wrong'd
Their Birth for want of meanes and education,
To shape them to that course each was addicted;
And therefore that we may proceed discreetly,
Since what's concluded rashly seldome prospers,
You first shall take a strict perusal of them,
And then from your allowance, your fair daughter
May fashion her affection.
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