_De G._ Marriage? 'tis true; his Father is a rich man; Rich both in land and money: he his heir, A young and handsome man, I must confess too; But of such qualities, and such wild flings, Such admirable imperfections, Sister, (For all his Travel, and bought experience) I should be loth to own him for my Brother: Methinks a rich mind in a state indifferent Would prove the better fortune. _Oria._ If he be wild, The reclaiming him to good, and honest, (Brother) Will make much for my honour; which, if I prosper, Shall be the study of my love, and life too. _De G._ Ye say well; would he thought as well, and loved too. He Marry? he'll be hanged first: he knows no more What the conditions and the ties of Love are, The honest purposes and grounds of Marriage, Nor will know, nor be ever brought t' endeavour, Than I do how to build a Church; he was ever A loose and strong defier of all order, His Loves are wanderers, they knock at each door, And taste each dish, but are no residents: Or say he may be brought to think of Marriage, (As 'twill be no small labour) thy hopes are strangers. I know there is a labour'd match, now follow'd, (Now at this time, for which he was sent for home too) Be not abus'd, _Natolet_ has two fair Daughters, And he must take his choice. _Or._ Let him take freely; For all this I despair not; my mind tells me That I, and only I, must make him perfect; And in that hope I rest. _De-Gar._ Since y'are so confident, Prosper your hope; I'll be no adversary; Keep your self fair and right, he shall not wrong ye. _Or._ When I forget my vertue, no man know me. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Mirabel, Pinac, Bellure, _and Servants_. _Mir._ Welcome to _Paris_ once more, Gentlemen; We have had a merry and a lusty Ordinary, And Wine, and good meat, and a bounsing Reckoning; And let it go for once; 'Tis a good Physick, Only the Wenches are not for my diet, They are too lean and thin; their embraces brawn-faln. Give me the plump _Venetian_, fat, and lusty, That meets me soft and supple; smiles upon me, As if a Cup of full Wine leapt to kiss me; These slight things I affect not. _Pin._ They are ill built; Pin-buttockt, like your dainty Barbaries, And weak i'th' pasterns; they'll endure no hardness.