Actus Tertius.
Scena Prima.
THis is the day, my Daughter Angellina, the hap∣py, that must make you a Fortune, a large and ••ll one, my care has wrought it, and yours must be as great 〈◊〉〈◊〉 entertain it. Young Eustace is a Gentleman at all points, ••nd his behaviour affable and courtly, his person excellent, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 know you find that, I read it in your eyes, you like his ••••uth; young handsome people should be match'd together, ••••en follows handsome Children, handsome fortunes; the ••ost part of his Father's Estate, my Wench, is ti'd in a ••inture, that makes up the harmony; and when ye are ••arried, he's of that soft temper, and so far will be chain'd 〈◊〉〈◊〉 your observance, that you may rule and turn him as ••••u please. What, are the Writings drawn on your side, 〈◊〉〈◊〉?
They are, and here I have so fetter'd him, that if ••••e Elder Brother set his hand to, not all the power of Law all e'er release him.
These Notaries are notable confident Knaves, and ••••ble to do more mischief than an Army. Are all your Clauses ••••re?
Sure as proportion; they may turn Rivers sooner ••an these Writings.
Why did you not put all the Lands in, Sir?
'Twas not condition'd; if it had been found, it ••••d been but a fault made in the Writing; if not found, all ••••e Land.
These are small Devils, that care not who has mis∣••••ief, so they make it; they live upon the meer scent of ••••sention. 'Tis well, 'tis well; are you contented, Girl? ••r your will must be known.
A Husband's welcome, and as an humble Wife I'le ••ntertain him; no Sovereignty I aim at, 'tis the man's, Sir; ••••r she that seeks it, kills her husbands honour: The Gen∣••••eman I have seen, and well observ'd him, yet find not that ••••ac'd excellence you promise; a pretty Gentleman, and ••e may please too, and some few flashes I have heard come ••om him, but not to admiration as to others: He's young, ••nd may be good, yet he must make it, and I may help, and ••elp to thank him also. It is your pleasure I should make him ••••ine, and 't has been still my duty to observe you.
Why then let's go, and I shall love your modesty. ••o Horse, and bring the Coach out, Angellina; to morrow ••ou will look more womanly.
So I look honestly, I fear no eyes, Sir.
ACTUS III. SCENA II.
Wait on your Master, he shall have that befits ••••m.
No Inheritance, Sir?
You speak like a fool, a coxcomb; he shall have an∣••••l means to buy him Books, and find him cloathes and ••eat, what would he more? Trouble him with Land? 'tis ••at against his nature. I love him too, and honour those 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in him.
Shall Master Eustace have all?
All, all; he knows how to use it, he's a than bred in the world, th'other i'th' Heavens. My Masters, pray be wary, and s••••••ceable; and Cock, see all your Sawe••s be sharp and poynant in the palate, that they may commend you; look to your Roast and ••••ak'd meats handsomely, and what new Kickshaws and delicate made things—Is th' Musick come?
Yes, Sir, they're here at Breakfast.
There will be a M••••••e too; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 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 L••••e 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••rt it, and see it ready for the Table, and see the Bride 〈◊〉〈◊〉 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.
Will you so, will you so, Sir? I'le make one to eat it, I may chance make you stagger too.
No answer, Lilly?
One word about the Linen; I'le be ready, and rest your Worships still.
And I'le rest w'ye, you shall see what rest 't will be. Are ye so nimble? a man had need have ten pair of ears to watch you.
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.
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 la¦bour 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—
ACTUS III. SCENA III.
What a noise is in this house? my head is broken, within a Parenthesis, in every corner, as if the Earth were shaken with some strange Collect, there are stits and motions. What Planet rules this house?
Who's there?
'Tis I, Sir, faithful Andrew.
Come near, and lay thine ear down; hea••'st no noise?
The Cooks are chopping herbs and mince meat to make Pies, and breaking Marrow-bones—
Can they set them again?
Yes, yes, in Broths and Puddings, and they grow stronger for the use of any man.
What speaking's that? sure there's a Massacre.
Of Pigs and Geese, Sir, and Turkeys, for the spit. The Cooks are angry Sirs, and that makes up the medley.
Do they thus at every Dinner? I ne're mark'd them yet, nor know who is a Cook.
They're sometimes sober, and then they beat as gently as a Tabor.
What loads are these?
Meat, meat, Sir, for the Kitchen, and stinking Fowls the Tenants have sent in; they'll ne'r be sound out at a gene¦ral eating; and there's fat Venison, Sir.
What's that?
Why Deer, those that men fatten for their private pleasures, and let their Tenants starve upon the Commons.
I've read of Deer, but yet I ne'er eat any.
There's a Fishmongers Boy with Caviar, Sir,