Small.
Your bounty Sir, has seal'd me yours: believe he shall with∣in a little space of time be famous, and such a one as you could wish he was; he has already profited extreamly.
Old Wine.
But prithee let me see that Congie over again, and your posture; i'faith 't was very modish: Come Tim, prithee once again.
Small.
Look Sir in Company, take notice your Garniture, fit adjustee, and advantagiously as you can, especially if you are among Ladies; and let your Comb be ready thus for your Perriwig; whether it want or no 'tis a good posture: if you are saluted, make your Congie thus, with a start, your head bowing to your left Shoulder, as if it meant to kiss it. Very well! what think you of that Sir? did he not do that better then the last?
Old Wine.
i'Faith 't was very well, Sir Formall did you see it?
Sir For.
Yes, but to tell you the truth, I am not for this new Fan∣tastick way I like your ancient custom, the old way of saluting grave∣ly, 'tis more manly; these cringing Tumblers postures I like not. Give me your method of fair salutation, a rule to grace behaviour. These new ways approv'd by being o'th' fashion, meet not my appro∣bation.
Old Wine.
Old Formall, still i'faith—but mind him not Boy: I'me pleased to see thee exercise thy parts with Judgement and Discre∣tion, Persevere Boy, Thou hast thy Fathers word for't, go on and prosper.
Tim.
And so I have Sir, never doubt, I have designs here budding in this pate of mine, that cannot chuse but prosper, but methinks my Father in Law there, that must be, gives me small encouragement.
Old Wine.
Oh! 'tis no matter, do not mind what he says: He! alas poor Dotard, only understood the way to purchase wealth, and make his Daughter a Fortune fit to embrace thee, that's his Master∣piece.
Sir For.
Mr. Winelove, I hold it prudence in you first to deck his mind with internal Endowments, before you proceed to external Or∣naments; for the Body, mark me Sir, is but as a Tenement, bare and unfurnisht, till the mind adorns it with her Houshold-stuff.
Old Wine.
Sir, he shall be adorn'd both ways; his mind shall be the business of his Tutor; his body of his Taylor; he shall be perfect, do not doubt Sir Formall.
Tim.
I Sir, never doubt me, I have a spirit I assure you, perhaps a Wit too adorn'd with Endowments, such as you mention; and by my Tutors help I may in time be able to discourse with—I'le say no more—your Daughter—but let that pass.
Old Wine.
Why well said Tim—thy Fathers temper just.
Tim.
Now I have a great mind to carp at some of his words, if I had but confidence enough to pretend to be a Critick.