_Con._ Here's to you now, And you shall find his travel has not stopt him As you suppose, nor alter'd any freedome, But made him far more clear and excellent; It draws the grossness off the understanding, And renders active and industrious spirits: He that knows most mens manners, must of necessity Best know his own, and mend those by example: 'Tis a dull thing to travell like a Mill-horse, Still in the place he was born in, lam'd and blinded; Living at home is like it: pure and strong spirits That like the fire still covet to fly upward, And to give fire as well as take it; cas'd up, and mewd here I mean at home, like lusty metled Horses, Only ty'd up in Stables, to please their Masters, Beat out their fiery lives in their own Litters, Why do not you travel Sir? _Cra._ I have no belief in't. I see so many strange things, half unhatcht, to Return, those that went out men, and good men, They look like potch'd Eggs with the souls suckt out Empty and full of wind: all their affections Are bak'd in Rye crust, to hold carriage From this good Town to th' other: and when they are open'd, They are so ill cooked and mouldy-- _Con._ Ye are pleasant. _Cra._ I'll shew ye a pack of these: I have 'em for ye, That have been long in travel too. _Con._ Please you Sir. _Cra._ You know the Merchants walk, Boy? _2 Boy._ Very well. _Cra._ And you remember those Gentlemen were here The other day with me? _2 Boy._ Yes. _Cra._ Then go thither, For there I am sure they are, pray 'em come hither, (And use my name) I would be glad to see 'em. _Enter 1 Boy._ _1 Boy._ Your Brother's coming in Sir. _Vint._ Odds my passion, Out with the Plate ye knaves: bring the new Quishions, And wash those Glasses I set by for high days, Perfume the rooms along, why Sirrah. _1 Boy._ Here Sir. _Vint._ Bid my Wife make her self ready handsomly, And put on her best Apron: it may be The noble Gentleman will look upon her. _Enter_ Euphanes _and two Gentlemen_. _Euph._ Where is he Boy? _Vint._ Your worship's heartily welcome, It joyes my very heart to see ye here Sir. The Gentleman that sent for your honor-- _Euph._ O good mine Host. _Vint._ To my poor homely house, and't like your honor. _Euph._ I thank thine honor good mine Host, where is he? _Con._ What think ye now? my best _Euphanes_. _Euph. Conon_, welcome my friend, my noble friend how is it? Are you in safety come, in health? _Con._ All health, all safety, Riches, and all that makes content and happiness Now I am here I have: how have you far'd Sir? _Euph._ Well, I thank Heaven, and never nearer friend To catch at great occasion. _Con._ Indeed I joy in't.