And. Contemplating the number of the Sands in the Highway, and from that, purposes to make a Judgment of the remainder in the Sea:  he is, Sir, in serious study, and will lose no minute, nor out of’s pace to knowledge.

Lew. This is strange.

And. Yet he hath sent his duty, Sir, before him in this fair Manuscript.

Bri. What have we here?  Pot-hooks and Andirons!

And. I much pity you, it is the Syrian Character, or the Arabick.  Would you have it said, so great and deep a Scholar as Mr Charles is, should ask blessing in any Christian Language?  Were it Greek I could interpret for you, but indeed I’m gone no farther.

Bri. And in Greek you can lie with your smug Wife Lilly.

And.  If I keep her from your French Dialect, as I hope I shall, Sir; however she is your Landress, she shall put you to the charge of no more Soap than usual for th’washing of your Sheets.

Bri.  Take in the Knave, and let him eat.

And.  And drink too, Sir.

Bri.  And drink too Sir, and see your Masters Chamber ready for him.

But.  Come, Dr Andrew, without Disputation thou shalt Commence i’the Cellar.

And.  I had rather Commence on a cold Bak’d meat.

Cook.  Thou shalt ha’t, Boy.

Bri.  Good Monsieur Lewis, I esteem my self much honour’d in your clear intent, to joyn our ancient Families, and make them one; and ’twill take from my age and cares, to live and see what you have purpos’d but in act, of which your visit at this present is a hopeful Omen; I each minute expecting the arrival of my Sons; I have not wrong’d their Birth for want of Means and Education, to shape them to that course each was addicted; and therefore that we may proceed discreetly, since what’s concluded rashly seldom prospers, you first shall take a strict perusal of them, and then from your allowance, your fair Daughter m[a]y fashion her affection.

Lew.  Monsieur Brisac, you offer fair and nobly, and I’le meet you in the same line of Honour; and I hope, being blest but with one Daughter, I shall not appear impertinently curious, though with my utmost vigilance and study, I labour to bestow her to her worth:  Let others speak her form, and future Fortune from me descending to her; I in that sit down with silence.

Bri.  You may, my Lord, securely, since Fame aloud proclaimeth her perfections, commanding all mens tongues to sing her praises; should I say more, you well might censure me (what yet I never was) a Flatterer.  What trampling’s that without of Horses?

Enter Butler.

But.  Sir, my young Masters are newly alighted.

Bri.  Sir, now observe their several dispositions.

Enter Charles.

Char.  Bid my Supsiser carry my Hackney to the Butt’ry, and give him his Bever; it is a civil and sober Beast, and will drink moderately; and that done, turn him into the Quadrangle.