Bear.  Pray, Sir, use mine, it is a travell’d Blade I can assure you, Sir.

Sir Feeb.  I thank you, Sir.

Enter Ralph and Bellmour disguised, gives him a Letter,
he reads.

How—­my Nephew!
Francis Fainwou’d! [Embraces him.

Bel.  I am glad he has told me my Christian name.

Sir Feeb.  Sir Cautious, know my Nephew—­’tis a young St. Omers
Scholar—­but none of the Witnesses.

Sir Cau.  Marry, Sir, and the wiser he; for they got nothing by’t.

Bea.  Sir, I love and honour you, because you are a Traveller.

Sir Feeb.  A very proper young Fellow, and as like old Frank Fainwou’d as the Devil to the Collier; but, Francis, you are come into a very leud Town, Francis, for Whoring, and Plotting, and Roaring, and Drinking; but you must go to Church, Francis, and avoid ill Company, or you may make damnable Havock in my Cash, Francis, —­what, you can keep Merchants Books?

Bel.  That’s been my study, Sir.

Sir Feeb.  And you will not be proud, but will be commanded by me, Francis?

Bel.  I desire not to be favour’d as a Kinsman, Sir, but as your humblest Servant.

Sir Feeb.  Why, thou’rt an honest Fellow, Francis,—­and thou’rt heartily welcome—­and I’ll make thee fortunate.  But come, Sir Cautious, let you and I take a turn i’th’ Garden, and get a right understanding between your Nephew Mr. Bearjest, and my Daughter Dye.

Sir Cau.  Prudently thought on, Sir, I’ll wait on you.—­

[Ex.  Sir Feeble, and Sir Cautious.

Bea.  You are a Traveller, I understand.

Bel.  I have seen a little part of the World, Sir.

Bea.  So have I, Sir, I thank my Stars, and have performed most of my Travels on Foot, Sir.

Bel.  You did not travel far then, I presume, Sir?

Bea.  No, Sir, it was for my diversion indeed; but I assure you, I travell’d into Ireland a-foot, Sir.

Bel.  Sure, Sir, you go by shipping into Ireland?

Bea.  That’s all one, Sir, I was still a-foot, ever walking on the Deck.

Bel.  Was that your farthest Travel, Sir?

Bea.  Farthest—­why, that’s the End of the World—­and sure a Man can go no farther.

Bel.  Sure, there can be nothing worth a Man’s Curiosity?

Bea.  No, Sir, I’ll assure you, there are the Wonders of the World, Sir:  I’ll hint you this one.  There is a Harbour which since the Creation was never capable of receiving a Lighter, yet by another Miracle the King of France was to ride there with a vast Fleet of Ships, and to land a hundred thousand Men.