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S Oh soon after dinner? Well, make ready his horse. Willingly, I would depose my self from both those titles, To serve my Niece, her virtue will reward me, I know she is your study, in your want I will put on your jealousy. The Gentlemen that dined with us — One Master Fouler a reputed wit I'th Town, affected by young Gentlemen For his Converse, yet lives upon no pension But his own Fortune, and a Fair one. Th'other Mr. Clare, a friend to Mr. Aymwell, whom they both seem to solicit. A hopeful Gentleman. Make no partly of him your fear. And how do you find her inclination? She will maintain it to your comfort Sir, How ever with what vigilance becomes me, I will preserve it, while she remains within my custody. Brains. He is a cunning fellow. Good. He knows his charge. When dee return? I'll wait on you to your horse Sir. Exeunt. Mr. Aymwell what alone, come lets To cards, where be the Gentlemen. Some affairs importuned his departure. Three days hence, this your enquiry Does promise you have business with him. Make your own election. How mock you. You do not mean in earnest. I find him. Yes, gentle Niece. Here's pretty madness. If you do love my Niece, let you and I Talk out of Metaphor. He was my noble friend. What is't, promise your self What I can do or say is at your service. I'll not dispute the extent Of what is possible, yet my answer may be Satisfactory. I were uncivil not to reply to A question, you shall find my love more fruitful, You shall have both my answer and my counsel. D'ee know what Fortune my young Niece may bring her husband. But yet her portion Is worth your taking notice Master Aymwell, Her Father is a man who though he write Himself but Knight, keeps a warm house i'th Country amongst his Tenants, takes no Lordly pride To travel with a Footman and a Page To London, humbly rides that old fashion With half a dozen wholesome Liveries, To whom he gives Christian wages and not countenance Alone to live on, can spend by the year Eight hundred pounds, and put up fine sleeps quietly Without dreaming on Mortgages or Statutes Or such Like curses on his Land, can number May be ten thousand pound in ready coin Of's own, yet never bought and oh ice for't Ha plate no question, and Ieweis too In's old Ladies cabinet, beside Other things worth and Inventory, and all this His daughter is and heir too, now pray tell me What's your revenue? Per annum? Grant it, what expectation Have you abroad? That's quickly summoned. You have not made your love known to my Niece yet. Y'haue done wisely, do not think on her When you're at prayers, she will but puzzell Your devotion, theres no hope of her. I mean for you to arrive at her, your own dispa rity in fortune. Excuse my plainness sir, her Father looks A great deal higher, and to take away Your least encouragement, to prosecute Within my knowledge she's designed already To a wealthy Gentleman, and within few days It'll be a marriage, you shall but procure Your own affliction to employ your hope Where things remain so desperate. you do your self more right. It becomes you well, Love Like to sin, inveterate is strong He prevents danger, that destroys it young. Come to your Friends. Exeunt. Where be these Gentlemen. You look well to your charge Brains. Excuse him Master Clare, t'is his blunt zeal To do his Master service, who enjoyed His best care and vigilance upon this Gentlewoman. Come hither Brains. An't be no wotse I care not, Mr. Fouler A most welcome Friend. Yes. Meddle with your charge Sir, and let her alone. You're welcome Sir. Come hither Penelope. Withdraw your self. A knot of friends. What news gentlemen? Perfect, I thank Heaven. Your opinion of what I did, gives valve to the ac cion, however 'twas a duty I was bound to. Brains where's thy Mistress? my Niece. He says right, Gentlemen, we are friends, it is my brother's pleasure who is her father, to deny frequent ac cease to her, till he hath finished a design, for my partly, I am not of his mind, nor shall my daughter be a prisoner to his fancy, you see Sir I do not seclude her, if she choose within any limits of reason, I move in her. My brother, acquaint my Niece. Brother. Sir Nicholas Treedle, I desire you would write me in the number of your Servants. Will you not stay supper. Will you not stay supper. Morrow noble Sir Nicholas. Are you so Poetical. I do not think he made they. Dee begin there? Precious conceit. You were between her thighs but now. Look, they are engendering at the lip. This cannot be deceit. I must attend a project of my daughters. Exit. Go too, I know thou art virtuous, put in execu cion thy purpose, I'll be within the reach of thy voice. What does my daughter mean? I Like this well And find her noble aim. What new project's this? Not yet Sir. Enter a Messenger. I doubt all is not well, what if some misfortune should now befall your Mistress, I hope you have Armour of Patience? I did prophesy too soon. How Sir? Have Patience. His heals are not at liberty, he's in Prison. What will you do? You were best find him first. I wish thee well Niece, but a better husband. Who's yonder, it's Master Fouler, at and excellent opportu nity. Exit. He is indeed Sir. I saw his eyes sealed up by death, and him Rapt in his last sheet. At my sad house Sir. I did hope Gentlemen, we should would found My house his Bridal Chamber, not his Coffin. But Heaven must be obeyed, my daughter loved him, And much laments his lose. You both were in the number of his friends, I hope you'll add your presence to the rest, a'the Funeral. Is he come already? This sorrow is unfruitful. Meet it daughter. My blessings multiply. See my brother. Enter Sir George Brains. Have you found they? Sir Nicholas has released her, Let your consent be free then. There are such indeed. I marry Sir. A word with you Sir, pray what dee think of your pupil. But deal ingeniously, your opinion. Pray Sir. I think so too, what does my Brother mean to make this found Election. This fellow's a Knave, I smell him. We'll both attend. Exeunt. T'is reported that Master Fouler is sick and keeps his chamber, I hope he's within. I am amazed: