_Lew._ Monsieur _Brisac_,
You offer fair, and nobly, and Ile meet you
In the same line of honour, and I hope,
Being blest but with one daughter, I shall not
Appeare impertinently curious,
Though with my utmost vigilance and study,
I labour to bestow her to her worth;
Let others speak her forme, and future fortune
From me descending to her; I in that
Sit down with silenc[e]. _Bri._ You may my Lord securely,
Since fame alowd proclaimeth her perfections,
Commanding all mens tongues to sing her praises;
Should I say more, you well might censure me
(What yet I never was) a Flatterer.
What trampling's that without of Horses?
_Enter_ Butler.
Sir my young Masters are newly alighted.
_Bri._ Sir now observe their several dispositions.
_Enter_ Charles.
Bid my Subsiser carry my Hackney to buttry,
And give him his bever; it is a civil
And sober beast, and will drink moderately,
And that done, turne him into the quadrangle.
_Bri._ He cannot out of his University tone.
_Enter_ Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.
Lackey, Take care our Coursers be well rubb'd,
And cloath'd, they have out stripp'd the wind in speed.
_Lew._ I marry Sir, there's metal in this young fellow!
What a sheeps look his elder brother has!
_Char._ Your blessing, Sir? _Bri._ Rise _Charles_, thou hast it.
_Eust._ Sir, though it be unusual in the Court,
(Since 'tis the Courtiers garbe) I bend my knee,
And do expect what followes.
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