be a blemish in him, or well proportion'd limbs be ••ulcts in nature, or, what you only aim'd at, large Reve∣••ues, are, on the sudden, grown distasteful to you. Of what ••an you accuse him?
Lew.
Of a Rape done to Honour, which thy ravenous lust ••ade thee consent to.
Syl.
Her lust! you are her Father.
Syl.
Were you ten Lords, 'tis false; the pureness of her ••haste thoughts entertains not such spotted instruments.
Ang.
As I have a Soul, Sir.
Lew.
I am not to be alter'd; to sit down with this dis∣grace, would argue me a Peasant, and not born Noble: all ••igour that the Law, and that increase of power by favour ••ields, shall be with all severity inflicted; you have the King's hand for't, no Bail will serve, and therefore at your perils, Officers, away with 'em.
Lew.
Tell me so in open Court, and there I'le answer you.
Enter Miramont, Charles, Eustace, Andrew.
Char.
Ill if they dare resist.
Eust.
He that advances but one step forward dies.
Lew.
Shew the King's Writ.
Mir.
Shew your discretion, 'twill become you better.
Char.
Y'are once more in my power, and if again I part with you, let me for ever lose thee.
Eust.
Force will not do't, nor threats; accept this service from your despair'd of Eustace.
And.
And beware your Reverend Worship never more attempt to search my Lilly pot, you see what follows.
Lew.
Is the King's power contemn'd?
Mir.
No, but the torrent o' your wilful folly stopp'd. And for you, good Sir, if you would but be sensible, what can you wish, but the satisfaction of an obstinate will, that is not endear'd to you? rather than be cross'd in what you purpos'd, you'll undo your Daughter's same, the credit of your judgment, and your old foolish Neighbour; make your Estates, and in a Suit not worth a Cardecue, a prey to Advocates, and their buckram Scribes, and after they have plum'd ye, return home like a couple of naked Fowles without a feather.
Char.
This is a most strong truth, Sir.
Mir.
No, no, Monsieur, let us be right Frenchmen, violent to charge; but when our follies are repell'd by reason, 'tis fit that we retreat, and ne'er come on more: Observe my learned Charles, he'll get thee a Nephew on Angellina shall dispute in her belly, and suck the Nurs•• by Logick: and here's Eustace, he was an Ass, but now is grown an Amadis; nor shall he want a Wife, if all my Land, for a Joynture, can effect: Y'are a good Lord, and of a gentle nature, in your looks I see a kind consent, and it shews lovely: and do you hear, old Fool? but I'le not chide, hereafter, like me, ever doat on Learning, the meer belief is excellent, 'twill save you; and next love Valour, though you dare not fight your self, or fright a foolish Of∣ficer, young Eustace can do it to a hair. And, to conclude, let Andrew's Farm b' encreas'd, that is your penance, you know for what, and see you rut no more; you understand me. So embrace on all sides.
I'le pay those Bilmen, and make large amends,
Provided we preserve you still our Friends—
Exeunt.