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Scen. 4.
Triphæna, Quartilla.Quar.
Madam, in troth this griefe does not become you,
'Tis an ill dressing for so good a face,
Yet you pursue it with such eagernesse,
As if you were ambitiously sad.
'Tis some invincible malignitie
Makes her untractable, deale to all comfort.
What might I ghesse the cause of this disaster?
Her Monkey and her Dog are both in health,
I thanke my providence, onely her Monkey
Is a little costiue, but I'll physicke him:
Sure her intelligence arriv'd too late,
About the last new fashion, or the crime
Lies in the Sempster, or it must needs be
Some other grand solecisme in her Taylor.
What if it proue a Capitall offence,
Committed by the tire-woman? but I beleeue
Some skiruy Ladie put it in her head,
To practise a State melancholy, that first
Begins in an imperious revolt,
And frowning, and contempt of her owne husband,
And what she might recover by the Law
In case of separation, or a nullity,
Which she already has tooke counsell of:
Come it is so.
Triph.
Nay tell me now, Quartilla,
Can I behold the current of that loue
Should flow to me with a prodigious course,
Runne backe to his owne head, to haue a husband
That should grow old in admiration
Of the rare choyce he made in me, at last,
As if there were a barrennesse and want
Of my perfections, dote upon himselfe?
I could plot against him? Pre'thee Quartilla,
Quar.
This chastity
Is quite out of date, a meere obsolete thing,
Cleane out of use, since I was first a Mayd,
Why doe I say a Maid? let Iuno plague me,
If I remember it, for I began
Betimes, and so progrest from lesse to bigger,
From boyes to Lads, and as I grew in yeares,
I writ my Venery in a larger volume.
Triph.
Where's my brother?
Quar.
With his Tutor forsooth
Triph.
I thinke that dull Prometheus was asleepe
When he did forme him, had he but so much
As the least sparke of salt that is in me,
He would see me righted.
Quart.
He is very obtuse,
And so are many of your elder brothers.
I carried all the wit from mine, when I
Was young, I'de haue lookt a Captaine in the face,
Answerd him in the Dialogue, and haue stood
On tip-toe to haue kist him: But for your brother,
Doe not despaire good Madam, what although
His breeding be a little course, he may be
A Lord in's time, now he has meanes enough?
Thiph.
I sent for him up hither to that purpose:
But yet I am asham'd to have him seene,
Or shew him publikely.
Quar.
You haue prouided
A Tutor to instruct him, a rare man,
One that has poyson'd me with eloquence,
I feare he will make my belly swell with it.
Triph.
Goe call the Novice hither, and his Tutor.
Exit Quartilla.
And now I thinke on't, Mr. Trimalchio
Shall take him strait to court with him, to learne
And imitate his fashions, sucke from him
The Quintessence of education.
He is the onely man I know, and for
His face, it is the abstract of all beauty.
For euer on his lip, his very speech
Would season a tragedy; nay more, there is
A naturall grace in all his actions.
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