_Lew._ These Notaries are notable confident Knaves, and able to do more mischief than an Army. Are all your Clauses sure? _Not._ Sure as proportion; they may turn Rivers sooner than these Writings. _Lew._ Why did you not put all the Lands in, Sir? _Not._ 'Twas not condition'd; if it had been found, it had been but a fault made in the Writing; if not found, all the Land. _Lew._ These are small Devils, that care not who has mischief, so they make it; they live upon the meer scent of dissention. 'Tis well, 'tis well; are you contented, Girl? for your will must be known. _Ang._ A Husband's welcome, and as an humble Wife I'le entertain him; no Sovereignty I aim at, 'tis the man's, Sir; for she that seeks it, kills her husbands honour: The Gentleman I have seen, and well observ'd him, yet find not that grac'd excellence you promise; a pretty Gentleman, and he may please too, and some few flashes I have heard come from him, but not to admiration as to others: He's young, and may be good, yet he must make it, and I may help, and help to thank him also. It is your pleasure I should make him mine, and 't has been still my duty to observe you. _Lew._ Why then let's go, and I shall love your modesty. To Horse, and bring the Coach out, _Angellina_; to morrow you will look more womanly. _Ang._ So I look honestly, I fear no eyes, Sir. [_Exeunt._ ACTUS III. SCENA II. _Enter_ Brisac, Andrew, Cook, Lilly. _Bris._ Wait on your Master, he shall have that befits him. _And._ No Inheritance, Sir? _Bri._ You speak like a fool, a coxcomb; he shall have annual means to buy him Books, and find him cloathes and meat, what would he more? Trouble him with Land? 'tis flat against his nature. I love him too, and honour those gifts in him. _And._ Shall Master _Eustace_ have all? _Bri._ All, all; he knows how to use it, he's a man bred in the world, th'other i'th' Heavens. My Masters, pray be wary, and serviceable; and _Cook_, see all your Sawces be sharp and poynant in the palate, that they may commend you; look to your Roast and Bak'd meats handsomely, and what new Kick-shaws and delicate made things--Is th' Musick come? _But._ Yes, Sir, they're here at Breakfast. _Bri._ There will be a Masque too; you must see this Room clean, and, _Butler_, your door open to all good-fellows; but have an eye to your Plate, for there be Furies; my _Lilly_, welcome you are for the Linen, sort it, and see it ready for the Table, and see the Bride-bed made, and look the cords be not cut asunder by the Gallants too, there be such knacks abroad. Hark hither, _Lilly_, to morrow night at twelve a clo[c]k I'le sup w'ye: your husband shall be safe, I'le send ye meat too; before I cannot well slip from my company. _And._ Will you so, will you so, Sir? I'le make one to eat it, I may chance make you stagger too. _Bri._ No answer, _Lilly_? _Lil._ One word about the Linen; I'le be ready, and rest your Worships still.