Act IIII. (Book 4)
Scene I.
WHy, are you so melancholy, brother?
I am not melancholy, I thanke you, sister.
Why are you not merrie then? there are but two of vs in all the world, and if wee should not bee comforts one to ano∣ther, god helpe vs.
Faith, I cannot tell, sister, but if a man had any true melancho∣ly in him, it would make him melancholy, to see his yeomanly father cut his neighbours throats, to make his sonne a gentleman: and yet when he has cut 'hem, he will see his sonnes throat cut too, ere he make him a true gentleman indeed, before death cut his owne throat. I must bee the first head of our house, and yet he will not giue me the head till I bee made so. Is any man term'd a gentleman that is not alwayes i'the fashion? I would know but that.
If you bee melancholy for that, brother, I thinke I haue as much cause to bee melancholy, as one: for I'le be sworne, I liue as little in the fashion, as any woman in London. By the faith of a Gentlewoman, (beast that I am to say it) I ha'not one friend i'the world besides my hus∣band. When saw you master FASTIDIVS BRISKE, brother?
But a while since, sister, I thinke: I know not well in truth. By this hand, I could fight with all my heart, me thinkes.
Nay, good brother, be not resolute.
I sent him a letter, and he writes me no answere neyther.
Oh, sweete FASTIDIVS BRISKE! Ô fine courtier! thou art hee mak'st me sigh, and say, how blessed is that woman that hath a cour∣tier to her husband! and how miserable a dame shee is, that hath neyther