O. LORD W. I know thou canst not: 'twere too rare to see Wisdom found out by ignorance. Y. LORD W. How, father! is it not possible that wisdom should be found out by ignorance? I pray, then, how do many magnificoes come by it? O. LORD W. They buy it, son, as you had need to do. Yet wealth without that may live more content Than wit's enjoyers can, debarr'd of wealth. All pray for wealth, but I never heard yet Of any but one that e'er pray'd for wit. He's counted wise enough in these vain times, That hath but means enough to wear gay clothes, And be an outside of humanity. What matters it a pin, How indiscreet soe'er a natural be, So that his wealth be great? that's it doth cause Wisdom in these days to give fools applause. And when gay folly speaks, how vain soe'er, Wisdom must silent sit, and speech forbear. Y. LORD W. Then wisdom must sit as mute as learning among many courtiers. But, father, I partly suspect that Carracus hath got my sister. O. LORD W. With child, I fear, ere this. Y. LORD W. By'r Lady, and that may be true. But, whether he has or no, it's all one: if you please, I'll take her from under his nose, in spite on's teeth, and ask him no leave. O. LORD W. That were too headstrong, son; We'll rather leave them to the will of heaven, To fall or prosper; and though young Carracus Be but a gentleman of small revenues, Yet he deserves my daughter for his virtues: And, had I thought she could not be withdrawn From th' affecting of him, I had, ere this, Made them both happy by my free consent; Which now I wish I had granted, and still pray, If any have her, it may be Carracus. Y. LORD W. Troth, and I wish so too; for, in my mind, he's a gentleman of a good house, and speaks true Latin. O. LORD W. To-morrow, son, you shall ride to his house, And there inquire of your sister's being. But, as you tender me and your own good, Use no rough language savouring of distaste, Or any uncivil terms. Y. LORD W. Why, do you take me for a midwife? O. LORD W. But tell young Carracus these words from me, That if he hath, with safeguard of her honour, Espons'd my daughter, that I then forgive His rash offence, and will accept of him In all the fatherly love I owe a child. Y. LORD W. I am sure my sister will be glad to hear it, and I cannot blame her; for she'll then enjoy that with quietness which many a wench in these days does scratch for. O. LORD W. Come, son, I'll write To Carracus, that my own hand may witness, How much I stand affected to his worth. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ HADDIT, _in his gay apparel, making him ready, and with him_ LIGHTFOOT. HAD. By this light, coz, this suit does rarely! The tailor that made it may hap to be saved, an't be but for his good works: I think I shall be proud of 'em, and so I was never yet of any clothes.