_Ang_. Let it be ever night when I lose you.
_Syl_. This Scholar never went to a Free-Schoo[le], he's so simple
[Enter a servant.]
_Ser_. Your brother with two Gallants is at dore, Sir
And they're so violent, they'l take no denial.
_Ang_. this is no time of night. _Cha_. Let 'em in Mistresse.
_Serv_. They stay no leave; Shall I raise the house on 'm?
_Cha_. Not a man, nor make no murmur of't, I charge ye.
_Enter_ Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.
Th'are here, my Uncle absent, stand close to me.
How doe you brother with your curious story?
Have you not read her yet sufficiently?
_Cha_. No, brother, no, I stay yet in the Preface;
The stile's too hard for you. _Eust_. I must entreat her.
Shee's parcel of my goods. _Cha_. Shee's all when you have her.
_Ang._ Hold off your hands, unmannerly, rude Sir;
Nor I, nor what I have depend on you.
_Cha._ Do, let her alone, she gives good counsel; doe not
Trouble your selfe with Ladies, they are too light;
Let out your land, and get a provident Steward.
_Ang._ I cannot love ye, let that satisfie you;
Such vanities as you are to be laught at.
_Eust._ Nay, Then you must goe, I must claime mine owne.
_Both._ A way, a way with her. _Cha._ Let her alone,
[_She strikes off Eustace's hat_]
Pray let her alone, and take your coxcombe up:
Let me talk civilly a while with you brother.
It may be on some termes I may part with her.
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