_Exit_.
_Bri_. Was ever man that had reason thus transported
From all sense and feeling of his proper good?
It vexes me, and if I found not comfort
In my young _Eustace_, I might well conclude
My name were at a period! _Lew_. Hee's indeed Sir
The surer base to build on. _Bri_. _Eustace_. _Eust_. Sir.
[_Ent. Eust. Egre. Cow. & Andr.
_Bri_. Your eare in private. _And_. I suspect my master
Has found harsh welcome, he's gon supperless
Into his study; could I find out the cause,
It may be borrowing of his books, or so,
I shall be satisfi'd. _Eust_. My duty shall Sir,
Take any forme you please; and in your motion
To have me married, you cut off all dangers
The violent heats of youth might beare me to.
_Lew_. It is well answer'd. _Eust_. Nor shall you my Lord
For your faire Daughter ever finde just cause
To mourn your choice of me; the name of husband,
Nor the authority it carries in it
Shall ever teach me to forget to be
As I am now her servant, and your Lordships;
And but that modesty forbids, that I
Should sound the Trump of my owne deserts,
I could say my choice manners have been such,
As render me lov'd and remarkable
To th' Princes of the blood. _Cow._ Nay to the King.
_Egre._ Nay to the King and Councel. _And._ These are Court admirers,
And ever eccho him that beares the bagg.
Though I be dull-ey'd, I see through this jugling.
_Eust._ Then for my hopes: _Cow.
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