Egre. Yes, she’s a sweet young Woman; but be sure you keep her from Learning.

Eust. Songs she may have, and read a little unbak’d Poetry, such as the Dablers of our time contrive, that has no weight nor wheel to move the mind, nor indeed nothing but an empty sound; she shall have cloaths, but not made by Geometry; Horses and Coach, but of no immortal Race:  I will not have a Scholar in my house above a gentle Reader; they corrupt the foolish Women with their subtle Problems; I’le have my house call’d ignorance, to fright prating Philosophers from Entertainment.

Cow. It will do well, love those that love good fashions, good cloaths, and rich; they invite men to admire ’em, that speak the lisp of Court.  Oh ’tis great Learning! to Ride well, Dance well, Sing well, or Whistle Courtly, they’re rare endowments; that they have seen far Countreys, and can speak strange things, though they speak no truths, for then they make things common.  When are you marri’d?

Eust. To morrow, I think; we must have a Masque, Boys, and of our own making.

Egre. ’Tis not half an hours work, a Cupid, and a Fiddle, and the thing’s done:  but let’s be handsome, shall’s be Gods or Nymphs?

Eust. What, Nymphs with Beards?

Cow. That’s true, we’ll be Knights then; some wandring Knights, that light here on a sudden.

Eust. Let’s go, let’s go, I must go visit, Gentlemen, and mark what sweet lips I must kiss to morrow. [Exeunt.

ACTUS II.  SCENA III.

Enter Cook, Andrew, Butler,

Cook. And how do’s my Master?

And. He’s at’s Book; peace, Coxcomb, that such an unlearned tongue as thine should ask for him!

Co. Do’s he not study conjuring too?

And. Have you lost any Plate, Butler?

But. No, but I know I shall to morrow at dinner.

And. Then to morrow you shall be turn’d out of your place for’t; we meddle with no spirit o’th’ Buttery, they taste too small for us; keep me a Pie in Folio, I beseech thee, and thou shalt see how learnedly I’le translate him.  Shall’s have good cheer to morrow?

Co. Excellent good cheer, Andrew.

And. The spight on’t is, that much about that time, I shall be arguing, or deciding rather, which are the Males or Females of Red Herrings, and whether they be taken in the Red-Sea only; a question found out by Copernicus, the learned Motion-maker.

Co. I marry, Butler, here are rare things; a man that look’d upon him, would swear he understood no more than we do.

But. Certain, a learned Andrew.

And. I’ve so much on’t, and am so loaden with strong understanding, I fear, they’ll run me mad.  Here’s a new Instrument, a Mathematical Glister to purge the Moon with when she is laden with cold phlegmatick humours; and here’s another to remove the Stars, when they grow too thick in the Firmament.