_And_. If I keep her from your French Dialect, as I hope I shall, Sir; however she is your Landress, she shall put you to the charge of no more Soap than usual for th'washing of your Sheets. _Bri_. Take in the Knave, and let him eat. _And_. And drink too, Sir. _Bri_. And drink too Sir, and see your Masters Chamber ready for him. _But_. Come, Dr _Andrew_, without Disputation thou shalt Commence i'the Cellar. _And_. I had rather Commence on a cold Bak'd meat. _Cook_. Thou shalt ha't, Boy. _Bri_. Good Monsieur _Lewis_, I esteem my self much honour'd in your clear intent, to joyn our ancient Families, and make them one; and 'twill take from my age and cares, to live and see what you have purpos'd but in act, of which your visit at this present is a hopeful Omen; I each minute expecting the arrival of my Sons; I have not wrong'd their Birth for want of Means and Education, to shape them to that course each was addicted; and therefore that we may proceed discreetly, since what's concluded rashly seldom prospers, you first shall take a strict perusal of them, and then from your allowance, your fair Daughter m[a]y fashion her affection. _Lew_. Monsieur _Brisac_, you offer fair and nobly, and I'le meet you in the same line of Honour; and I hope, being blest but with one Daughter, I shall not appear impertinently curious, though with my utmost vigilance and study, I labour to bestow her to her worth: Let others speak her form, and future Fortune from me descending to her; I in that sit down with silence. _Bri_. You may, my Lord, securely, since Fame aloud proclaimeth her perfections, commanding all mens tongues to sing her praises; should I say more, you well might censure me (what yet I never was) a Flatterer. What trampling's that without of Horses? _Enter_ Butler. _But_. Sir, my young Masters are newly alighted. _Bri_. Sir, now observe their several dispositions. _Enter_ Charles. _Char_. Bid my Supsiser carry my Hackney to the Butt'ry, and give him his Bever; it is a civil and sober Beast, and will drink moderately; and that done, turn him into the Quadrangle. _Bri_. He cannot out of his University tone. _Enter_ Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy. _Eust_. Lackey, take care our Coursers be well rubb'd, and cloath'd; they have out-stripp'd the Wind in speed. _Lew_. I marry, Sir, there's metal in this young Fellow! What a Sheep's look his elder Brother has! _Char_. Your blessing, Sir. _Bri_. Rise, _Charles_, thou hast it. _Eust_. Sir, though it be unusual in the Court, (since 'tis the Courtiers garb) I bend my knee, and do expert what follows. _Bri_. Courtly begg'd. My blessing, take it. _Eust. (to Lew.)_ Your Lordship's vow'd adorer. What a thing this Brother is! yet I'le vouchsafe him the new Italian shrug-- How clownishly the Book-worm does return it! _Char_. I'm glad ye are well. [_Reads_. _Eust_. Pray you be happy in the knowledge of this pair of accomplish'd Monsieurs; they are Gallants that have seen both Tropicks.