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Sir there is a young Gentleman desires to speak with your Wor∣ship.
What manner of man is he?
A sweet-fac'd young man, by my Troth Sir.
Of what Country seems he to be?
Of your own Countrey, Sir.
Direct him in.
Sir, I was commanded by a young Lady to give you this Letter.
She writes as if she were dying when she writ this letter.
She was dying indeed: for the last act she did, was to give me this letter; and the last words she spoke were, Pray see this letter safe con∣••ey'd, and so she dy'd.
What makes you so pale on a sudden, Husband?
I am not well, and therefore I must goe to my Chamber; But pray Sweet-heart stay you here, lest my being ill shoald disturb our Guests.
Do you think I can entertain them if you be sick?
I am not so sick as to be nurs'd, although not so well as to delight in company: for I am rather melancholy, than any other way di∣stemper'd.
What makes you melancholy?
Why a dear Friend of mine is dead.
But Sweet-heart, pray excuse me to the company, and pray let this Gentle∣man, my noble Friend, be well treated.
I shall obey your command.
What, is my Son-in-law gone?
Sir, he desires you and the rest of the company would ex∣••••se him: for he hath heard of the death of a Friend, which makes him so melancholy, as he saith that his dull and indispos'd humour would disturb the mirth of our noble Friends.
'Tis a sign he is young, that he is so tender-natur'd, and so soft-hearted, to mourn and grieve for those that die; but when he comes to Age, he will only commend his friends that are dead, but not grieve for them: for Pity wears out, as Age increases.
Pray Sir let me intreat you to be one of our Guests.
You shall command me, Lady.
Nay, since the Gentleman hath brought such Newes as hath banished the Bridegroom from the Company, he shall now supply his place.
Soft Sir, he may at the Board, but not in his Bed.
He looks so modestly, as if he would play the part of a Bride rather than a Bridegroom.
Lady, will you accept of my modest service?
Sir, I must not refuse Modesty.