DALAVILL

O friend, that I to mine own Notion Had joined but your experience; I have the Theoric, But you the Practic. There's your happiness. A Scholar in his study knows the stars, Their motion and their influence, which are fixed, And which are wandering, can decipher Seas, And give each several Land his proper bounds; But set him to the Compass, he's to secke, When a plain Pilot can, direct his course From hence unto both th'Indies; can bring back His ship and charge, with profits quintuple. I have read Jerusalem, and studied Room, Can tell in what degree each City stands, Describe the distance of this place from that, All this the Scale in every Map can teach, Nay, for a need could punctually recite The Monuments in either; but what I Have by relation only, knowledge by travel Which still makes up a complete Gentleman, Proves eminent in you. I see thou still rememberest us. I do not think but this fellow in time may for his wit and understanding make Almanacs? And why in times and seasons? A pleasant knave. And she a Lady. For Beauty and for Virtue vnparraleld, Nor can you name that thing to grace a woman She has not in a full perfection, Though in their years might seem disparity. And therefore at the first, a match vnsit; Imagine but his age and government, Withal, her modesty, and chaste respect; Betwixt them, there's so sweet a sympathy, As crowns a noble marriage. O you are modest. This approves you, To be most nobly propertied, that from one So exquisite in Judgement, can Attract So affectionate and eye. Would I had in me, That which he hath, to have clam worser it for mine own, How ever, I much thank you. Who shall relate it. Be't his then. What says fair Prudentilla? Maids and Widows, And we young Bachelors, such as indeed Are fore'd to lie in Solitary beds, And sleep without disturbance; we methinks, Should desire later hours; when Married Wines, That in their amorous arms, hug their delights; To often wakings subject; their more hast, May better be excused. There's Lady, and instinct innate in man, Which prompts us to the apprehensions Of that 'vses we were born to; Such we are Aptest to learn; Ambitious most to know, Of which our chief is Marriage. When dream Maids most? When you lie upon your Backs, come come, your Ear. What strange felicity these Rich men take, To talk of borrowing, lending, and of use; The usurers language right. It's not fit That we should leave our Noble host alone, Be you my Friends charge, and this old man mine. You to your Prospects, b to there's project here That's of another Nature; Worthy Sir, I cannot but approve your happiness, To be the Father of so brave a Son, So every way accomplished and made up, In which my voice is least; For I alas, Bear but a mean partly in the common quire, When with much louder accents of his praise, So all the world reports him. Yet must I hold him happy above others, As one that Solie to himself enjoys What many others aim at; But in vain. So Beautiful a Mistress. Yes Sir, or a Friend, Whither you please to style her. And indeed, Who can blame him to absent himself from home, And make his Father's house but as a grange, For a Beauty so Attractive? Or blame her, Huging so weak and old Man in her arms, To make a new choice, of and equal youth, Being in him so Perfect? yet intruth, I think they both are honest. For my partly, How can I love the person of your Son, And not his reputation? His repair So often to the House, is voyct by all, And frequent in the mouths of the whole Country, Some equally addicted, praise his happiness; But others, more Censorious and Austere, Blame and reprove a course so dissolute; Each one in general, pity the good man, As one unfriendly dealt with, yet in my conscience, I think them truly Honest. True Sir, at best; But what when scandalous tongues Will make the worst? and what good in it self, Sully and stain by fabulous misreport; For let men live as chary as they can, Their lives are often questioned, Then no wonder, If such as give occasion of suspicion, Be subject to this scandal: What I speak, Is as a Noble Friend unto your Son; And therefore, as I glory in his Fame, I suffer in his wrong; for as I live, I think, they both are honest. Some course might be devised, To stop this clamor ere it grow too wrancke; Lest that which yet but inconvenience seems, May turn to greater mischief; This I speak In Zeal to both, in sovereign care of him As of a Friend; And tender of her Honour, As one to whom I hope to be allied, By Marriage with her Sister. It's my Love, And therefore I entreat you, make not me To be the first reporter. Remember your last promise, It's a Commodity, that will be easily vented: What my worthy Friend, You are happily encountered; O, you're grown strange, To one that much respects you; Troath the House Hath all this time seemed naked without you; The good Old Man does never fit to meat, But next his giving Thanks, he speaks of you; There's scarce a bit, that he at Table tastes, That can digest without a Geraldine, You are in his mouth so frequent: He and She Both wondering, what distaste from one, or either, So suddenly, should alianate a Guest, To them, so dearly welcome. I am satisfied, And I would they were so too, but I hope Sir, In this restraint, you have not used my name You're Noble—Who had thought To have met with such good Company; You're it seem But new alighted; Father and Son, ere partly, I vow weel drink a cup of Sack together: Physicians say, It does prepare the appetite And stomach against dinner. What say you Friend? It's enough. A happy Morning now your Lady, To equal the content of a sweet Night. It hath been wisely carried. What's that my Dearest? No, on my Soul, For therein hath my brain yours; I studying to engross you to my self, Of his continued absence have been Yet he of your affection no way jealous, Or of my Friendship—How the plot was cast, You at our better leisure shall partake; The air grows cold, have care unto your health, Suspicious eyes are over us, that yet sleep, But with the dawn, will open; Sweet you To your warm Sheets; I now to fill my own, That have this Night been empty. Doubt it not I pray, Whilst Day frights Night, and Night pursues the day: Good morrow. Methinks friend, You should expect green rushes to be strowed, After such discontinuance. Not speak to me? nor once vouchsafe and answer, But sleight me with a poor and base neglect? No, nor so much as cast and eye on her, Or least regard, though in a seeming show She courted a reply? betwixt him and her, Nay him and me, this was not wont to be; If she have brain to apprehend as much As I have done, sheele quickly find it out: Now as I live, as our affections meet, So our conceits, and she hath singled him To some such purpose: I'll retire my self. Not interrupt their conference. Why how now, what's the business? That was no language from a Friend, It had too harsh and accent; But how's this? My Mistress thus low cast upon the earth Graveling and breathless, Mistress, Lady, Sweet— View me well, I am no such man; See, I am Dalavill. Faint again, Some help within there, no attendant near? Thus to expire, in this I am more wretched, Then all the sweet fruition of her love Before could make me happy. See Sir, your Wife in these my arms expiring. The storm's coming, I must provide for harbour. At the Ordinary. I see Sir, you are but a stranger here; This Barnet, is a place of great resort; And commonly upon the Market days, Here all the Country Gentlemen Appoint, A friendly meeting; Some about affairs Of Consequence and Profit; Bargain, Sale, And to confer with Chapmen, some for pleasure, To match their Horses; Wager in their Dogs, Or try their Hawks; Some to no other end, But only meet good Company, discourse, Dine, drink, and spend their Money.