_Eust._ Songs she may have, and read a little unbak'd Poetry, such as the Dablers of our time contrive, that has no weight nor wheel to move the mind, nor indeed nothing but an empty sound; she shall have cloaths, but not made by Geometry; Horses and Coach, but of no immortal Race: I will not have a Scholar in my house above a gentle Reader; they corrupt the foolish Women with their subtle Problems; I'le have my house call'd ignorance, to fright prating Philosophers from Entertainment. _Cow._ It will do well, love those that love good fashions, good cloaths, and rich; they invite men to admire 'em, that speak the lisp of Court. Oh 'tis great Learning! to Ride well, Dance well, Sing well, or Whistle Courtly, they're rare endowments; that they have seen far Countreys, and can speak strange things, though they speak no truths, for then they make things common. When are you marri'd? _Eust._ To morrow, I think; we must have a Masque, Boys, and of our own making. _Egre._ 'Tis not half an hours work, a _Cupid_, and a Fiddle, and the thing's done: but let's be handsome, shall's be Gods or Nymphs? _Eust._ What, Nymphs with Beards? _Cow._ That's true, we'll be Knights then; some wandring Knights, that light here on a sudden. _Eust._ Let's go, let's go, I must go visit, Gentlemen, and mark what sweet lips I must kiss to morrow. [_Exeunt._ ACTUS II. SCENA III. _Enter_ Cook, Andrew, Butler, _Cook._ And how do's my Master? _And._ He's at's Book; peace, Coxcomb, that such an unlearned tongue as thine should ask for him! _Co._ Do's he not study conjuring too? _And._ Have you lost any Plate, _Butler_? _But._ No, but I know I shall to morrow at dinner. _And._ Then to morrow you shall be turn'd out of your place for't; we meddle with no spirit o'th' Buttery, they taste too small for us; keep me a Pie in _Folio_, I beseech thee, and thou shalt see how learnedly I'le translate him. Shall's have good cheer to morrow? _Co._ Excellent good cheer, _Andrew_. _And._ The spight on't is, that much about that time, I shall be arguing, or deciding rather, which are the Males or Females of Red Herrings, and whether they be taken in the Red-Sea only; a question found out by _Copernicus_, the learned Motion-maker. _Co._ I marry, _Butler_, here are rare things; a man that look'd upon him, would swear he understood no more than we do. _But._ Certain, a learned _Andrew_. _And._ I've so much on't, and am so loaden with strong understanding, I fear, they'll run me mad. Here's a new Instrument, a Mathematical Glister to purge the Moon with when she is laden with cold phlegmatick humours; and here's another to remove the Stars, when they grow too thick in the Firmament. _Co._ O Heavens! why do I labour out my life in a Beef-pot? and only search the secrets of a Sallad, and know no farther?