Know. What would you do, you peremptory gull? If you cannot be quiet, get you hence. You see the honest man demeans himself Modestly tow'rds you, giving no reply To your unseason'd, quarrelling, rude fashion; And still you huff it, with a kind of carriage As void of wit, as of humanity. Go, get you in; 'fore heaven, I am ashamed Thou hast a kinsman's interest in me. [Exit Master Stephen. Serv. I pray, sir, is this master Knowell's house? Know. Yes, marry is it, sir. Serv. I should inquire for a gentleman here, one master Edward Knowell; do you know any such, sir, I pray you? Know. I should forget myself else, sir. Serv. Are you the gentleman? cry you mercy, sir: I was required by a gentleman in the city, as I rode out at this end O' the town, to deliver you this letter, sir. Know. To me, sir! What do you mean? pray you remember your court'sy. [Reads.] To his most selected friend, master Edward Knowell. What might the gentleman's name be, sir, that sent it? Nay, pray you be covered. Serv. One master Wellbred, sir. Know. Master Wellbred! a young gentleman, is he not? Serv. The same, sir; master Kitely married his sister; the rich merchant in the Old Jewry. Know. You say very true.---Brainworm! [Enter Brainworm. Brai. Sir. Know. Make this honest friend drink here: pray you, go in. [Exeunt Brainworm and Servant. This letter is directed to my son; Yet I am Edward Knowell too, and may, With the safe conscience of good manners, use The fellow's error to my satisfaction. Well, I will break it ope (old men are curious), Be it but for the style's sake and the phrase; To see if both do answer my son's praises, Who is almost grown the idolater Of this young Wellbred. What have we here? What's this? [Reads]