p. 87, l. 19.  A] am both to l. 23.  A] ’Faith.

p. 88, l. 6.  A] Y’faith. l. 26.  A] ye might.

p. 89, l. 4.  A adds] Enter Amaranta. l. 18.  B misprints] womau. ll. 21-34.  Omitted in A.

p. 90, l. 22.  A] lock upon me.

p. 92, l. 25.  A adds stage direction] Two chaires set out. l. 28.  A omits] are.

p. 93, l. 10.  A] porrage l. 23.  A] gymitrie.

APPENDIX

THE ELDER BROTHER IN VERSE, FROM THE QUARTO OF 1637 (A).

Actus I. Scena I.

      Lewis, Angellina, Sylvia.

Nay, I must walk you farther. Ang. I am tyr’d Sir,
And nere shall foot it home. L. ’Tis for your health;
The want of exercise takes from your beauties,
And sloath dries up your sweetness:  That you are
My onely Daughter and my heir, is granted;
And you in thankfulness must needs acknowledge,
You ever finde me an indulgent Father,
And open-handed. Ang. Nor can you tax me, Sir,
I hope, for want of duty to deserve
These favours from you. Lew. No, my Angellina,
I love and cherish thy obedience to me,
Which my care to advance thee, shall confirm: 
All that I aime at, is to winne thee from
The practise of an idle foolish state
Us’d by great Women, who think any labour
(Though in the service of themselves) a blemish
To their faire fortunes. Ang. Make me understand Sir,
What ’tis you point at. Lew. At the custome how
Virgins of wealthy families, waste their youth;
After a long sleep when you wake, your woman
Presents your breakfast, then you sleep again,
Then rise, and being trimm’d up by others hands,
Y’are led to dinner, and that ended, either
To Cards or to your Couch (as if you were
Born without motion) After this to Supper,
And then to bed; And so your life runnes round
Without variety or action Daughter.

Syl. Here’s a learned Lecture! Lew. From this idlenesse
Diseases both in body and in minde
Grow strong upon you; where a stirring nature
With wholesome exercise guards both from danger: 
I’de have thee rise with the Sunne, walke, dance or hunt,
Visite the groves and springs, and learne the vertue
Of Plants and Simples:  Doe this moderately,
And thou shall not with eating chalke, or coales,
Leather and oatmeale, and such other trash,
Fall into the greene sicknesse. Syl. With your pardon
(Were you but pleas’d to minister it) I could
Prescribe a remedy for my Ladies health,
And her delight too, farre transcending those
Your Lordship but now mention’d. Lew. What is it Sylvia?