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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 Kickshaws 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 had 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 clook 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.
And.
And I'le rest w'ye, you shall see what rest 'twill be.
Are ye so nimble? a man had need have ten pair of ears to
watch you.
Bri.
Wait on your Master, for I know he wants ye, and
keep him in his Study, that the noise do not molest him. I
will not fail my Lilly—Come in, sweet-hearts, all to their
several duties.
[Exeunt.
And.
Are you kissing ripe, Sir? Double but my Farm, and
kiss her till thy heart ake. These Smock-vermine, how
eagerly they leap at old mens kisses, they lick their lips at
profit, not at pleasure; and if't were not for the scurvy
name of Cuckold, he should lie with her. I know she'll labour
at length with a good Lordship. If he had a Wife
now, but that's all one, I'le fit him. I must up unto my
Master, he'll be mad with Study—
[Exit.
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