269 Car. Nor should now, had I not another Reason for’t. Euph. Oh, I fear—But, Sir— Car. Go to, I’ll be better satisfy’d e’er I proceed farther—both of your Inclinations, and his Courage. [Aside. Euph. Do you consider his Wealth, Sir? Car. That shall not now befriend him. Alon. Sir, I bar whispering; ’tis not in my Bargain, nor civil: I’ll have fair Play for my Money. Car. I am only knowing my Daughter’s Pleasure; she is a little peevish, as Virgins use in such Cases; but wou’d that were all, and I’d endeavour to reconcile her. Alon. I thank you, Sir; in the mean time I’ll take a Walk for an Hour or two, to get me a better Stomach both to my Dinner and Mistress. Car. Do so, Sir. Come, _Euphemia_, I will give you a Proof of my Indulgence, thou shalt marry no valiant Fools! valiant, quoth ye. Come, come—had he been peaceable and rich—Come, come— [Ex. with _Euphemia_. Lov. Well, now I’ll go look after my _Dutchman_, lest he surprize us here, which must not be; where shall I find you? Alon. I’ll wait upon my Prince, and then on you here. Lov. Do so, and carry on this Humour. Adieu. Scene II. A flat Grove. Enter _Haunce_ in a fantastical travelling Habit, with a Bottle of Brandy in his Hand, as sick: _Gload_ marches after. Hau. Ah, ah, a pox of all Sea-Voyages. [Drinks. Here, _Gload_, take thee t’other Sope, and then let’s home. [_Gload_ drinks. Ah, ah, a pox of all Sea-Voyages. Gload. Sir, if I may advise, take t’other turn in the Grove, for I find by my Nose you want more airing. Hau. How, Sirrah! by your Nose? have a care, you know ’tis ill jesting with me when I’m angry. 270 Gload. Which is as often as you are drunk; I find it has the same Effects on me too: but truly, Sir, I meant no other than that you smell a little of the Vessel, a certain sour remains of a Storm about you. Hau. Ah, ah, do not name a Storm to me, unless thou wilt have the Effects on’t in thy Face. [Drinks. Gload. Sha, sha, bear up, Sir, bear up. Hau. _Salerimente_, a Sea-phrase too! Why, ye Rascal, I tell you I can indure nothing that puts me in mind of that Element. [Drinks. Gload. The Sight of _Donna Euphemia_ will— [_Gload_ drinks between whiles too. Hau. Hold, hold, let me consider whether I can indure to hear her nam’d or not; for I think I am so thorowly mortify’d, I shall hardly relish Woman-kind again this—two Hours. [Drinks. Gload. You a Man of Courage, and talk thus! Hau. Courage! Why, what dost thou call Courage?—_Hector_ himself would not have chang’d his ten Years Siege for our ten Days Storm at Sea—a Storm—a hundred thousand fighting Men are nothing to’t; Cities sackt by Fire nothing: ’tis a resistless Coward that attacks a Man at disadvantage; an unaccountable Magick, that first conjures down a Man’s Courage, and then plays the Devil over him. And in fine, it is a Storm— Gload. Good lack that it should be all these terrible things, and yet that we should outbrave it.