_Do_. Why, because wind is the cause of many things; now if the wind bee not in the right corner tis the ill wind our proverbe speakes of that blowes nobodie good; for when vapors and wind flie into the head it cannot be in two places at one time: and that's the reason your men of most wit doe seldome love a woman.--But here comes my Master and Sir _Francis_. _Enter Sir Richard and Sir Francis, and Mr. Courtwell_. _Ri_. This is a double honour to us, _Sir Francis_. I shall want language, but not a friendly hart to entertaine you and your noble kinsman. What my exquisite Cavalier _Device_!--tis to no purpose I see to remove into the Countrey to save charges and be quiet; the whole Citty will come hither if I stay. I have no stomack to my kn't. _Fra_. I hope, madam, you will be no enemy to my kinsman. _Ri_. Sister, I present this gentleman; observe and cherish him; he has been i'th Universitie. _Sis_. Any degree, Sir? _Co_. Onely Bachelour, forsooth! _Ri_. If he winne you to marriage, Lady quicksilver-- _Sis_. He wilbe Master of his Art. _Ri_. My vote is for him. _De_.--I like not the induction of this rivall. _Ri_. He studies now the law, And thats the high way to preferment, Sister. _Sis_. Indeed it is the high way in which some Deliver up their purses. He may clime To scarlet, but that he has too good a face. _De_. Sir, I hope-- _Ri_. Troth, do not, Sir,--I meane, trouble yourselfe: He is too bashfull to prevaile upon Your spirited mistres! _Enter Mr. Engine_. _En_. Sir _Richard_. _Ri_. More customers? Mr. _Engine_, welcome; Your presence was unexpected in the Countrey. _En_. Twas my ambition with some intents To serve you, sir. Please you vouchsafe your privacie, I bring Affaires are worth your entertainement: I have rid hard. _Cou_. What Cavallier's this, Uncle? _Fra_. He is the inventor of new proiects, cosen, They say, and patents; one that lives like a moth Upon the Common wealth. _Cou_. He lookes like one. _Ric_. You will excuse me, gentlemen.--Make much of Sir _Francis_, Madam. _Ext. [Sir Richard and Engine_. _Fra_. Weele leave my Nephew and your sister, Madam, And take a turne i'th garden. _Sis_. You may be confident. [_Exeunt Sir Francis, Lady, and Dorothy_. _De_.--I doe not like the fancie in his hat; That gules is warre and will be ominous. _Ext. [Device_. _Sis_. The gentleman's turnd statue! blesse me how He staires upon me and takes roote, I thinke. It mooves, and now to earth is fixt agen; Oh, now it walkes and sadly marches this way. Is't not a ghost? heele fright me. Oh, sweet sir, Speake if you can and say who murderd you. It points at me: my eyes? ungentle eyes To kill so at first sight! Ile have my lookes Arraigned for't and small _Cupid_ shall be judg, Who for your sake will make me blind as he is. _Co_. Ladie--