Lewis. This is the day, my Daughter Angellina, the happy, that must make you a Fortune, a large and full one, my care has wrought it, and yours must be as great to entertain it.  Young Eustace is a Gentleman at all points, and his behaviour affable and courtly, his person excellent; I know you find that, I read it in your eyes, you like his youth; young handsome people should be match’d together, then follows handsome Children, handsome fortunes; the most part of his Father’s Estate, my Wench, is ti’d in a Jointure, that makes up the harmony; and when ye are married, he’s of that soft temper, and so far will be chain’d to your observance, that you may rule and turn him as you please.  What, are the Writings drawn on your side, Sir?

Not. They are, and here I have so fetter’d him, that if the Elder Brother set his hand to, not all the power of Law shall e’er release him.

Lew. These Notaries are notable confident Knaves, and able to do more mischief than an Army.  Are all your Clauses sure?

Not. Sure as proportion; they may turn Rivers sooner than these Writings.

Lew. Why did you not put all the Lands in, Sir?

Not. ’Twas not condition’d; if it had been found, it had been but a fault made in the Writing; if not found, all the Land.

Lew. These are small Devils, that care not who has mischief, so they make it; they live upon the meer scent of dissention.  ’Tis well, ’tis well; are you contented, Girl? for your will must be known.

Ang. A Husband’s welcome, and as an humble Wife I’le entertain him; no Sovereignty I aim at, ’tis the man’s, Sir; for she that seeks it, kills her husbands honour:  The Gentleman I have seen, and well observ’d him, yet find not that grac’d excellence you promise; a pretty Gentleman, and he may please too, and some few flashes I have heard come from him, but not to admiration as to others:  He’s young, and may be good, yet he must make it, and I may help, and help to thank him also.  It is your pleasure I should make him mine, and ’t has been still my duty to observe you.

Lew. Why then let’s go, and I shall love your modesty.  To Horse, and bring the Coach out, Angellina; to morrow you will look more womanly.

Ang. So I look honestly, I fear no eyes, Sir. [Exeunt.

ACTUS III.  SCENA II.

Enter Brisac, Andrew, Cook, Lilly.

Bris. Wait on your Master, he shall have that befits him.

And. No Inheritance, Sir?

Bri. You speak like a fool, a coxcomb; he shall have annual means to buy him Books, and find him cloathes and meat, what would he more?  Trouble him with Land? ’tis flat against his nature.  I love him too, and honour those gifts in him.

And. Shall Master Eustace have all?