_Mir._ It is not to be a Justice of Peace as you are, and palter out your time i'th' penal Statutes. To hear the curious Tenets controverted between a Protestant Constable, and Jesuite Cobler; to pick Natural Philosophy out of Bawdry, when your Worship's pleas'd to correctifie a Lady; nor 'tis not the main Moral of blind Justice, (which is deep Learning) when your Worships Tenants bring a light cause, and heavy Hens before ye, both fat and feeble, a Goose or Pig; and then you'll sit like equity with both hands weighing indifferently the state o'th' question. These are your Quodlibets, but no Learning, Brother. _Bri._ You are so parlously in love with Learning, that I'd be glad to know what you understand, Brother; I'm sure you have read all _Aristotle_. _Mir._ Faith no; but I believe I have a learned faith, Sir, and that's it makes a Gentleman of my sort; though I can speak no Greek, I love the sound of 't, it goes so thund'ring as it conjur'd Devils: _Charles_ speaks it loftily, and if thou wert a man, or had'st but ever heard of _Homers Iliads_, _Hesiod_, and the Greek Poets, thou wouldst run mad, and hang thy self for joy th' hadst such a Gentleman to be thy Son: O he has read such things to me! _Bri._ And you do understand 'em, Brother? _Mir._ I tell thee, No, that's not material; the sound's sufficient to confirm an honest man: Good Brother _Brisac_, does your young Courtier, that wears the fine Cloaths, and is the excellent Gentleman, (the Traveller, the Soldier, as you think too) understand any other power than his Tailor? or knows what motion is more than an Horse-race? What the Moon means, but to light him home from taverns? or the comfort of the Sun is, but to wear slash'd clothes in? And must this piece of ignorance be popt up, because 't can kiss the hand, and cry, sweet Lady? Say it had been at _Rome_, and seen the Reliques, drunk your _Verdea_ Wine, and rid at _Naples_, brought home a Box of _Venice_ Treacle with it, to cure young Wenches that have eaten Ashes: Must this thing therefore?-- _Bri._ Yes Sir, this thing must; I will not trust my Land to one so sotted, so grown like a Disease unto his Study; he that will fling off all occasions and cares, to make him understand what state is, and how to govern it, must, by that reason, be flung himself aside from managing. My younger Boy is a fine Gentleman. _Mir._ He is an Ass, a piece of Ginger-bread, gilt over to please foolish Girls puppets. _Bri._ You are my elder Brother. _Mir._ So I had need, and have an elder Wit, thou'dst shame us all else. Go to, I say, _Charles_ shall inherit.