Memories of Jane Cunningham Croly, "Jenny June" eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 170 pages of information about Memories of Jane Cunningham Croly, "Jenny June".

Memories of Jane Cunningham Croly, "Jenny June" eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 170 pages of information about Memories of Jane Cunningham Croly, "Jenny June".

And. She has a wide face then.

Char. She has a Cherubin’s, cover’d and vail’d with modest blushes. Eustace, be happy, whiles poor Charles is patient.  Get me my Books again, and come in with me—­ [Exeunt.

Enter Brisac, Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy, Miramont.

Bri. Welcome, sweet Daughter; welcome, noble Brother; and you are welcome, Sir, with all your Writings; Ladys, most welcome:  What, my angry Brother! you must be welcome too, the Feast is flat else.

Mir. I am not come for your welcome, I expect none; I bring no joys to bless the bed withall; nor Songs, nor Masques to glorifie the Nuptials; I bring an angry mind to see your folly, a sharp one too, to reprehend you for it.

Bri. You’ll stay and dine though.

Mir. All your meat smells musty, your Table will shew nothing to content me.

Bri. I’le answer you here’s good meat.

Mir. But your sauce is scurvie, it is not season’d with the sharpness of discretion.

Eust. It seems your anger is at me, dear Uncle.

Mir. Thou art not worth my anger, th’art a Boy, a lump o’thy Father’s lightness, made of nothing but antick cloathes and cringes; look in thy head, and ’twill appear a foot-ball full of fumes and rotten smoke.  Lady, I pity you; you are a handsome and a sweet young Lady, and ought to have a handsom man yok’d t’ye, an understanding too; this is a Gimcrack, that can get nothing but new fashions on you; for say he have a thing shap’d like a child, ’twill either prove a Tumbler or a Tailor.

Eust. These are but harsh words, Uncle.

Mir. So I mean ’em.  Sir, you play harsher play w’your elder Brother.

Eust. I would be loth to give you.

Mir. Do not venture, I’le make your wedding cloaths sit closer t’ye then; I but disturb you, I’le go see my Nephew.

Lew. Pray take a piece of Rosemary.

Mir. I’le wear it, but for the Ladys sake, and none of yours; may be I’le see your Table too.

Bri. Pray do, Sir.

Ang. A mad old Gentleman.

Bri. Yes faith, sweet Daughter, he has been thus his whole age, to my knowledge; he has made Charles his Heir, I know that certainly; then why should he grudge Eustace any thing?

Ang. I would not have a light head, nor one laden with too much learning, as, they say, this Charles is, that makes his Book his Mistris; Sure there’s something hid in this old man’s anger, that declares him not a meer sot.

Bri. Come, shall we go and seal, Brother? all things are ready, and the Priest is here.  When Charles has set his hand unto the Writings, as he shall instantly, then to the Wedding, and so to dinner.

Lew. Come, let’s seal the Book first for my Daughters Jointure.

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