YOUNG WORTHY

I Like not this. Sister, I can but wonder much, that you Should make your self the object of their Courtship, Who bear perhaps but the empty names of Gentlemen, Without the real fullness. Sister, to take the privilege of discretion, And school your ignorant courtesy, that upon The shadows and appearances of Men Confer your favours. Sister, my counsel's mild. Nor would I have you violent in defence Of a suspected folly. Gilded is aptest To make excuse. But if your resolution Be bent thus wilfully to persist in actions Of feared dishonour, be assured my Spirit Shall rage with such and anger, plays never painted. Sister, your Satyr smart's not: The lashes reach not me. I know you are free. And rather then a complemental servant Should be discouraged in his serious wantonness, You'll give it countenance to make him bold In's amorous pursuit; perhaps to the impudence Of a lascivious charge upon your modesty; Because you scorn ingratitude. Sister no more. Leaving these circumstantial arguments, Pray let a Father's care and Brother's love Commend him first whom you intend for Husband: You'll find us tyrants else. Nature is kind; But if provoked, she hath a Tigers mind. I'll find him out and satisfy my self How far he is deserving. Is't possible such show of resolution Should appear in Cowards! I'll make them friends. And that being done mine own intentions Must be pursued to find that Gentleman Courted my Sister. Love of all sorts bends It self to courses for it's several ends. What! my pair of valiant Cowards! friends already. They'll rob me too: Why, Gentlemen; silk clothes have not money in them at all times. Her beaurie is not worth your commendam tions. In and attempt of right I have more safety here then your pr ences Can arm m with But if you love my Sister, It must be honourable and not wanton: She will find Champi S eise. Sir, the relation betwixt a son and father May make you jealous of my partial nature. Trust me, I never yet was so indulgent To mine own weakness, that until my judgement Had made a full distinguishment of causes, I could be violent in his defence Farther then fisiall duty; which sometime Hath stretched it self to counsel and advice Against suspicion. For though your wild behaviour In some particular actions might provoke him, She whom new duty makes me now call mother Hath given large testimony of her virtue Even to satisfaction of all goodness; Although his age (in other things judicious) Cannot so easily admit belief, And safer confidence. And excellent conceit, to show the valve of good Wine. Sir it's my father. Pray Sir, take nothing ill. It's the necessity Of his place: his disposition else is milder. These fellows have outgone their Commission and robbed them. I was a wise man to come abroad with out a sword. Do you mean to murder a Gentleman? You have done a benefit I must acknowledge. Were you sent to rob or kill me? Blessed Accident! it's surely the same. After a stricter view, my memory Unless it erres, tells me I have seen your person Before this at my father's. Have I found you? I shall search you deeper. It seems you love my Sister? Cal't not presumption sir, you do deserve her, In that you have endeared me for my life Who am her Brother. And I commend you wit, Which I presume my Sisters love hath whetted. 'Twas a quaint Plot. Were the Actors here again, I'ld pay their wages. Why sir, ridiculous fables May sometime serve for imitation. Though it a mere appointment in this rescue, To show your love and valour. Alas sir, you are moved? But I must tell you sir, Seldom high spirits that pursue their honours, With earnest fllights, will stoop at weak respects: But prey upon the opinion of those men That scan their actions; tearing their reputations Out of suspicions bowels. He's not a Gentle man Will not preserve his honour. You will not fight with me that am her Brother? I do presume my Sister will reward you For these expressions. She is free to pay Her servants promised wages; be it kisses, Or any other dalliance. Not against him that loves my Sister. Never against your bosom, where a spirit So truly noble dwell's, that hath converted All my feigned jealousies to useful love. Pray reconcile all your distractions. Let not the least distrust abuse your confidence Of what I undertake. My Sister's yours, If the advice of me that am her Brother, And interested in her good or ill, Can be prevailing. So mine the Like. Thus noble causes Put fire into the spirits of full men. Though sometime seeming valour may arise Through lust or wine, from hateful cowardice. Our mutual loves. This jars upon my heartstrings. You must not wrong my Father. But not to wrong my Father. I thank you little one. And inferior servant may serve, Mr. Dasher. And boys too sometime. Answer what Child? Yes Sir, he can brook any thing but wronging of his Father. Let not your love appear so full of flattery. Bravely come off Sir. This Sack shall then have my Encomium. Which had the youthful Father ever tasted He would have left his rites to Poetize; And changed his Ivy Chaplets into Baize: Unchained his spotted Linxes, and supplied His Chariots loftier course with Pegasus. And with bewitching numbers charmed the gods To be his Bacchanalls, that they might feast With this most heavenly Nectar. Pray Sir, let me prepare her. No more will I In the severer Person of a counselor Instruct your care. But since by curious search I have informed my knowledge Even to satisfaction of his worth, Let me commend this noble gentleman Unto your best desires; let him possess them. My love's your warrant. Have not I searchd him thoroughly? have not I Found him deserving all that's endue to man, Though malice were his judge. View but his person, Art could not shape a m re exact prep rtion: And through his Crystal bosom read his heart Wherein such noble thoughts are charactered— Yes by my Hope's of good, no otherwise Then I desire to have my self commended Upon the Like occasion. I do interpret it; and have thought upon Another trial. Let me entreat you Sister To construe my intentions right. Though I Commended him, 'twas only to distinguish Your passion and your reason. Now I find The latter strongest, that you refuse the love Of one so much defective. Sister, I hope You are not earnest! Mother beshrew your heart, she was in a good eine. But come sir, we l pursue it. Nay, blush not Sister; Though it be virtues colour. Say't again. Here are more witnesses. From in ward joy that she affects this gentleman, Whose Virtues won Upon my love to be his Orator; And not respects infected with the mixture Of any worse condition. Forbear the rest. This affords me matter: Re turn to that house, there leave your booty and receive your reward; only this I'll keep. It was the blessing Nature and Fortune did bestow on me. It seems your gilded dare not deny the truth? Grew in Spain. What said she Sir?