_Char._ Why Father, I'll go down, an't please you let me, because I'd see the thing they call the Gentlewoman; I see no Woman but through contemplation, and there I'll do't before the company, and wish my Brother fortune. _Bri._ Do, I prethee. _Char._ I must not stay, for I have things above require my study. _Bri._ No, thou shalt not stay; thou shalt have a brave dinner too. _And._ Now has he o'erthrown himself for ever; I will down into the Cellar, and be stark drunk for anger. [_Exeunt._ ACTUS III. SCENA V. _Enter_ Lewis, Angellina, Eustace, Priest, Ladies, Cowsy, Notary, _and_ Miramont. _Not._ Come, let him bring his Sons hand, and all's done. Is your's ready? _Pri._ Yes, I'll dispatch ye presently, immediately, for in truth I am a hungry. _Eust._ Do, speak apace, for we believe exactly: do not we stay long, Mistress? _Ang._ I find no fault, better things well done, than want time to do them. Uncle, why are you sad? _Mir._ Sweet smelling blossom, would I were thine Uncle to thine own content, I'd make thy Husband's state a thousand better, a yearly thousand. Thou hast mist a man, (but that he is addicted to his study, and knows no other Mistress than his mind) would weigh down bundles of these empty kexes. _Ang._ Can he speak, Sir? _Mir._ Faith yes, but not to Women; his language is to Heaven, and heavenly wonder; to Nature, and her dark and secret causes. _Ang._ And does he speak well there? _Mir._ O admirably! but he's too bashful to behold a Woman, there's none that sees him, and he troubles none. _Ang._ He is a man. _Mir._ Faith yes, and a clear sweet spirit. _Ang._ Then conversation me thinks-- _Mir._ So think I; but it is his rugged Fate, and so I leave you. _Ang._ I like thy nobleness. _Eust._ See my mad Uncle is courting my fair Mistress. _Lew._ Let him alone; there's nothing that allays an angry mind so soon as a sweet Beauty: he'll come to us. _Enter_ Brisac, _and_ Charles. _Eust._ My Father's here, my Brother too! that's a wonder, broke like a Spirit from his Cell. _Bri._ Come hither, come nearer, _Charles_; 'twas your desire to see my noble Daughter, and the company, and give your Brother joy, and then to Seal, Boy; you do, like a good Brother. _Lew._ Marry does he, and he shall have my love for ever for't. Put to your hand now. _Not._ Here's the Deed, Sir, ready. _Char._ No, you must pardon me a while, I tell ye, I am in contemplation, do not trouble me. _Bri._ Come, leave thy Study, _Charles_. _Char._ I'll leave my life first; I study now to be a man, I've found it. Before what Man was, was but my Argument. _Mir._ I like this best of all, he has taken fire, his dull mist flies away. _Eust._ Will you write, Brother? _Char._ No, Brother, no; I have no time for poor things, I'm taking the height of that bright Constellation. _Bri._ I say you trifle time, Son.