Lew.  He is indeed, Sir, the surer base to build on.

Enter Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy, and Andrew.

Bri.  Eustace.

Eust.  Sir.

Bri.  Your ear in private.

And.  I suspect my Master has found harsh welcome, he’s gone supperless into his Study; could I find out the cause, it may be borrowing of his Books, or so, I shall be satisfied.

Eust.  My duty shall, Sir, take any form you please; and in your motion to have me married, you cut off all dangers the violent heats of youth might bear me to.

Lew.  It is well answer’d.

Eust.  Nor shall you, my Lord, for your fair Daughter ever find just cause to mourn your choice of me; the name of Husband, nor the authority it carries in it, shall ever teach me to forget to be, as I am now, her Servant, and your Lordship’s; and but that modesty forbids, that I should sound the Trumpet of my own deserts, I could say, my choice manners have been such, as render me lov’d and remarkable to the Princes of the Blood,

Cow.  Nay, to the King.

Egre.  Nay to the King and Council.

And.  These are Court-admirers, and ever echo him that bears the Bag.  Though I be dull-ey’d, I see through this jugling.

Eust.  Then for my hopes.

Cow.  Nay certainties.

Eust.  They stand as fair as any mans.  What can there fall in compass of her wishes, which she shall not be suddenly possess’d of?  Loves she Titles? by the grace and favour of my Princely Friends, I am what she would have me.

Bri.  He speaks well, and I believe him.

Lew.  I could wish I did so.  Pray you a word, Sir.  He’s a proper Gentleman, and promises nothing, but what is possible.  So far I will go with you; nay, I add, he hath won much upon me; and were he but one thing that his Brother is, the bargain were soon struck up.

Bri.  What’s that, my Lord?

Lew.  The Heir.

And.  Which he is not, and I trust never shall be.

Bri. Come, that shall breed no difference; you see Charles has given o’er the world; I’le undertake, and with much ease, to buy his Birth-right of him for a Dry-fat of new Books; nor shall my state alone make way for him, but my elder Brothers, who being issueless, to advance our name, I doubt not will add his.  Your resolution?

Lew. I’le first acquaint my Daughter with the proceedings; on these terms I am yours, as she shall be, make you no scruple.  Get the Writings ready, she shall be tractable; to morrow we will hold a second conference.  Farewell noble Eustace; and you brave Gallants.

Eust. Full increase of honour wait ever on your Lordship.

And. The Gout rather, and a perpetual Meagrim.

Bri. You see, Eustace, how I travel to possess you of a Fortune you were not born to; be you worthy of it:  I’le furnish you for a Suitor:  visit her, and prosper in’t.