Bri. Do, I prethee.

Char. I must not stay, for I have things above require my study.

Bri. No, thou shalt not stay; thou shalt have a brave dinner too.

And. Now has he o’erthrown himself for ever; I will down into the Cellar, and be stark drunk for anger. [Exeunt.

ACTUS III.  SCENA V.

Enter Lewis, Angellina, Eustace, Priest, Ladies, Cowsy, Notary, and Miramont.

Not. Come, let him bring his Sons hand, and all’s done.  Is your’s ready?

Pri. Yes, I’ll dispatch ye presently, immediately, for in truth I am a hungry.

Eust. Do, speak apace, for we believe exactly:  do not we stay long, Mistress?

Ang. I find no fault, better things well done, than want time to do them.  Uncle, why are you sad?

Mir. Sweet smelling blossom, would I were thine Uncle to thine own content, I’d make thy Husband’s state a thousand better, a yearly thousand.  Thou hast mist a man, (but that he is addicted to his study, and knows no other Mistress than his mind) would weigh down bundles of these empty kexes.

Ang. Can he speak, Sir?

Mir. Faith yes, but not to Women; his language is to Heaven, and heavenly wonder; to Nature, and her dark and secret causes.

Ang. And does he speak well there?

Mir. O admirably! but he’s too bashful to behold a Woman, there’s none that sees him, and he troubles none.

Ang. He is a man.

Mir. Faith yes, and a clear sweet spirit.

Ang. Then conversation me thinks—­

Mir. So think I; but it is his rugged Fate, and so I leave you.

Ang. I like thy nobleness.

Eust. See my mad Uncle is courting my fair Mistress.

Lew. Let him alone; there’s nothing that allays an angry mind so soon as a sweet Beauty:  he’ll come to us.

Enter Brisac, and Charles.

Eust. My Father’s here, my Brother too! that’s a wonder, broke like a Spirit from his Cell.

Bri. Come hither, come nearer, Charles; ’twas your desire to see my noble Daughter, and the company, and give your Brother joy, and then to Seal, Boy; you do, like a good Brother.

Lew. Marry does he, and he shall have my love for ever for’t.  Put to your hand now.

Not. Here’s the Deed, Sir, ready.

Char. No, you must pardon me a while, I tell ye, I am in contemplation, do not trouble me.

Bri. Come, leave thy Study, Charles.

Char. I’ll leave my life first; I study now to be a man, I’ve found it.  Before what Man was, was but my Argument.

Mir. I like this best of all, he has taken fire, his dull mist flies away.