_De Ga._ These youths For all they have been in _Italy_, to learn thrift, And seem to wonder at mens lavish waies, Yet they cannot rub off old friends, their French itches; They must meet sometimes to disport their Bodies With good Wine, and good Women; and good store too. Let 'em be what they will, they are Arm'd at all points, And then hang saving. Let the Sea grow high, This _Ordinary_ can fit 'em of all sizes, _Enter_ La-Castre _and_ Oriana. They must salute their Country with old customes. _Ori._ Brother. _De Ga._ My dearest Sister. _Ori._ Welcome, welcome: Indeed ye are welcome home, most welcome. _De Ga._ Thank ye, You are grown a handsome woman, _Oriana_, (Blush at your faults) I am wondrous glad to see ye. Monsieur _La-Castre_: Let not my Affection To my fair Sister, make me be held unmannerly: I am glad to see ye well, to see ye lusty, Good health about ye, and in fair company, Believe me, I am proud-- _La-Cast._ Fair Sir, I thank ye: Monsieur _de Gard_, you are welcome from your journey, Good men, have still good welcome: give me your hand, Sir. Once more, you are welcome home: you look still younger. _De Ga._ Time has no leasure to look after us. We wander every where: Age cannot find us. _La-Cast._ And how does all? _De Ga._ All well, Sir; and all lusty. _La-Cast._ I hope my Son be so, I doubt not, Sir, But you have often seen him in your journeys, And bring me some fair News. _De Ga._ Your Son is well, Sir, And grown a proper Gentleman: he is well, and lusty, Within this eight hours, I took leave of him, And over-ey'd him, having some slight business That forc'd me out o'th' way: I can assure you He will be here to night. _La-Cast._ Ye make me glad, Sir, For o' my faith, I almost long to see him, Me thinks he has been away-- _De Ga._ 'Tis but your tenderness; What are three years? a love-sick wench will allow it: His friends that went out with him are come back too; _Belleur_, and young _Pinac_: he bid me say little, Because he means to be his own glad Messenger. _La-Ca._ I thank ye for this news, Sir, he shall be welcome, And his friends too: indeed I thank you heartily: And how (for I dare say, you will not flatter him) Has _Italy_ wrought on him? has he mew'd yet His wild fantastick Toyes? they say that Climate Is a great purger of those humorous Fluxes. How is he improved, I pray ye? _De Ga._ No doubt, Sir, well. H'as born himself a full, and noble Gentleman, To speak him farther is beyond my Charter. _La-Cast._ I am glad to hear so much good; Come, I see You long to enjoy your Sister: yet I must intreat ye Before I go, to sup with me to night And must not be deni'd. _De Ga._ I am your servant.