They have made a fair youth of your elder brother,
A pretty piece of flesh. _Eust._ I thank 'm for it,
Long may he study to give me his state.
Saw you my Mistress? _Egre._ Yes, shees a sweet young woman,
But be sure you keep her from Learning. _Eust._ Songs she
May have, and read a little unbak'd Poetry,
Such as the Dablers of our time contrive,
That has no weight nor wheel to move the mind,
Nor indeed nothing but an empty sound;
She shall have cloaths, but not made by Geometry;
Horses and Coach, but of no immortal race;
I will not have a Scholar in mine house
Above a gentle Reader; They corrupt
The foolish women with their subtle problems;
Ile have my house call'd Ignorance, to fright
Prating Philosophers from entertainment.
_Cow._ It will do well, love those that love good fashions,
Good clothes and rich, they invite men to admire 'm,
That speak the lisp of Court. Oh 'tis great Learning!
To ride well, dance well, sing well, or whistle Courtly,
Th' are rare endowments; that they have seen far Countries,
And can speak strange things, though they speak no truths,
For then they make things common. When are you married?
_Eust._ To morrow, I think, we must have a Masque Boyes,
And of our own making. _Egre._ 'Tis not half an houres work,
A _Cupid_ and a fiddle, and the thing's done,
But let's be handsome, shall's be Gods or Nymphs?
_Eust._ What, Nymphs with beards? _Cow._ That's true, we'l be Knights
then,
Some wandring Knights, that light here on a sudden.
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