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SCENA II.
Enter Miramont, Andrew.Mir.
Do they chafer roundly?
And.
As they were rubb'd with Soap, Sir, and now they
swear aloud, now calm again; like a King of Bells, whose
sound the wind still alters, and then they sit in counsel what
to do, and then they jar again what shall be done; they
talk of Warrants from the Parliament, Complaints to the
King, and Forces from the Province; they have a thousand
heads in a thousand minutes, yet ne'er a one head worth a
head of Garlick.
Mir.
Long may they chafe, and long may we laugh at
'em; a couple of pure Puppies yok'd together. But what
sayes the young Courtier Master Eustace, and his two
warlike Friends?
And.
They say but little, how much they think I know
not; they look ruefully, as if they had newly come from a
vaulting-house, and had been quite shot through 'tween wind
and water by a she Dunkirk, and had sprung a Leak, Sir.
Certain my Master was to blame.
Mir.
Why, Andrew?
And.
To take away the Wench o'th' sudden from him,
and give him no lawful warning; he is tender, and of a
young Girls constitution, Sir, ready to get the Green sickness
with conceit. Had he but ta'ne his leave in availing
Language, or bought an Elegy of his condolement, that the
world might have ta'ne notice, he had been an Ass, 't had
been some favour.
Mir.
Thou say'st true, wise Andrew; but these Scholars
are such things, when they can prattle.
And.
And very parlous things, Sir.
Mir.
And when gain the liberty to distinguish the difference
'twixt a Father and a Fool, to look below, and spie a
younger Brother pruning up, and dressing up his expectations
in a rare glass of beauty, too good for him; those dreaming
Scholars then turn Tyrants, Andrew, and shew no mercy.
And.
The more's the pity, Sir.
Mir.
Thou told'st me of a trick to catch my Brother, and
anger him a little farther, Andrew. It shall be only anger, I
assure thee, and little shame.
And.
And I can fit you, Sir. Hark in your ear.
Mir.
Thy Wife?
And.
So I assure ye; this night at twelve a clock.
Mir.
'Tis neat and handsome; there are twenty Crowns
due to thy project, Andrew; I've time to visit Charles, and
see what Lecture he reads to his Mistris. That done, I'le
not fail to be with you.
And.
Nor I to watch my master—
[Exeunt.
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