I am tir 'd , Sir , and ne'er shall foot it home . Nor can you tax me , Sir , I hope , for want of duty to deserve these favours from you . Make me understand , Sir , what ‘ tis you point at . And who gave you Commission to deliver your Verdict , Minion ? Sir , I know them by publick fame , though yet I never saw them ; and that oppos 'd antipathy between their various dispositions , renders them the general discourse and argument ; one part inclining to the Scholar Charles , the other side preferring Eustace , as a man compleat in Courtship . To be plain Sir ,as they are simply themselves , to neither : let a Courtier be never so exact , let him be bless 'd with all parts that yield him to a Virgin gracious ; if he depend on others , and stand not on his own bottoms , though he have the means to bring his Mistris to a Masque , or by conveyance from some great ones lips , to taste such favour from the King : or grant he purchase precedency in the Court , to be sworn a servant Extraordinary to the Queen ; nay , though he live in expectation of some huge preferment in reversion ; if he want a present fortune , at the best those are but glorious dreams , and only yield him a happiness in posse , not in esse ; nor can they fetch him Silks from the Mercer , nor discharge a Tailors Bill , nor in full plentymaintain a Family . Trothas of the Courtier , all his Songs and Sonnets , his Anagrams , Acrosticks , Epigrams , his deep and Philosophical Discourse of Nature 's hidden Secrets , makes not up a perfect Husband ; he can hardly borrow the Stars of the Celestial Crown to make me a Tire for my Head , nor Charles 's Wain for a Coach , nor Ganymede for a Page , nor a rich Gown from Juno 's Wardrobe , nor would I lie inunder Heaven 's spangled Canopy , or Banquet my Guests and Gossips with imagin 'd Nectar ; pure Orleans would do better : No , no , Father , though I could be well pleas 'd to have my Husband a Courtier , and a Scholar , young , and valiant ; these are but gawdy nothings , if there be not something to make a substance . A full Estate , and that said , I 've said all ; and get me such a one with these Additions , farwel Virginity , and welcome Wedlock . I am not so punctual in all Ceremonies , I will ‘ bate two or three of these good parts , before I'le dwell too long upon the choice . 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 . So I look honestly , I fear no eyes , Sir . A mad old Gentleman . I would not have a light head , nor one laden with too much learning , as , they say , this Charles is , that makes his Book his Mistris ; Sure there 's something hid in this old man 's anger , that declares him not a meer sot . I find no fault , better things well done , than want time to do them . Uncle , why are you sad ? Can he speak , Sir ? And does he speak well there ? He is a man . Then conversation me thinks — I like thy nobleness . And methinks bravely . This the meer Scholar ? I wonder ; is he your Brother , Sir ? Speak not so softly , Sir , ‘ tis very likely . No certain , Sir , I have heard nothing from you but things excellent . They have rich linings , Sir . I would your Brother — But touch ‘ em inwardly , they smell of Copper . And one hand seal the Match , I 'm yours for ever . Nay certainly , ‘ tis done , Sir . Only conditional , that if he had the Land , he had my love too ; this Gentleman 's the Heir , and he 'll maintain it . Pray be not angry , Sir , at what I say ; or if you be , ‘ tis at your own adventure . You have the out - side of a pretty Gentleman , but by my troth your inside is but barren ; ‘ tis not a face I only am in love with , nor will I say your face is excellent , a reasonable hunting face to court the wind with ; nor they 're not words , unless they be well plac 'd too , nor your sweet Dam-mes , nor your hired Verses , nor telling me of Clothes , nor Coach and Horses , no nor your visits each day in new Suits , nor your black Patches you wear variously , some cut like Stars , some in Half-moons , some Lozenges , Nor your long travels , nor your little knowledge , can make me doat upon you . Faith go study , and glean some goodness , that you may shew manly ; your Brother at my suit I 'm sure will teach you ; or only study how to get a Wife , Sir . Y'are cast far behind , ‘ tis good you should be melancholy , it shews like a Gamester that had lost his mony ; and ‘ tis the fashion to wear your arm in a skarf , Sir , forhave had a shrewd cut o'er the fingers . Yes , believe me , Father , you shall ne'er choose for me ; y'are old and dim , Sir , and th ’ shadow of the earth Eclips 'd your judgment . Y'have had your time without control , dear Father , and you must give me leave to take mine now , Sir . Must I be gone too ? Then this man will ; what Fortune he shall run , Father , be't good or bad , I must partake it with him . I 'll wear course Flannel first . I 'm worse than e'er I was ; for now I fear , that that I love , that that I only dote on ; he follows me through every room I pass , and with a strong set eye he gazes on me , as if his spark of innocence were blown into a flame of lust . Virtue defend me . His Uncle too is absent , and ‘ tis night ; and what these opportunities may teach him — What fear and endless care ‘ tis to be honest ! to be a Maid what misery , what mischief ! Would I were rid of it , so it were fairly . Dare you venture that ? He follows still , yet with a sober face ; would I might know the worst , and then I were satisfied . I am going to bed , Sir . You may have me to bed , Sir , without a scruple , and yet I am chary too who comes about me . Two Innocents should not fear one another . I fear he will perswade me to mistake him . Pray ye to your bed . True , Sir , when ‘ tis lawful : but yet you know — I shall be a Heretick if this continue . What would you do a bed ? you make me blush , Sir . I am becoming Traitor . I 've too much woman in me . I must be gone . Then we may walk . To bed , and pray then , we may have a fair end of our fair loves ; would I were worthy of you , or of such parents that might give you thanks : But I am poor in all but in your love . Once more , good night . Let it be ever night when I lose you . This is no fit time of night . Hold off your hands , unmannerly , rude Sir ; nor I , nor what I have depend on you . I cannot love ye , let that satisfie you ; such vanities as you , are to be laugh 'd at . But do not kill ‘ em , Sir . To borrow me a while , Sir ; but one that never fought yet , has so curri 'd , so bastinado 'd them with manly carriage , they stand like things Gorgon had turn 'd to stone : they watch 'd your being absent , and then thought they might do wonders here , and they have done so ; for by my troth I wonder at their coldness , the nipping North or Frost never came near them ; St George upon a sign would grow more sensible . If the name of Honour were for ever to be lost , these were the most sufficient men to do it in all the world ; and yet they are but young , what will they rise to ? They 're as full of fire as ’ a frozen Glow-worms rattle , and shine as goodly : Nobility and patience are match 'd rarely in these three Gentlemen , they have right use o n't ; they 'll stand still for an hour and be beaten . These are the Anagrams of three great Worthies . Pray , Sir , be careful of us . Sir , let not passion so far transport you , as to think in reason , this violent course repairs , but ruins it ; that honour you would build up , you destroy ; what you would seem to nourish , if respect of my preferment or my pattern may challenge your paternal love and care , why do you , now good fortune has provided a better Husband for me than your hopes could ever fancy , strive to rob me of him ? In what is my Lord Charles defective , Sir ? unless deep Learning be a blemish in him , or well proportion 'd limbs be mulcts in nature , or , what you only aim 'd at , large Revenues , are , on the sudden , grown distasteful to you . Of what can you accuse him ? As I have a Soul , Sir . And who gave you Commission to deliver Your verdict , Minion ? Syl . I deserve a fee , And not a frown , deare Madam ; I but speak Her thoughts , my Lord , and what her modesty Refuses to give voyce to ; shew no mercy To a Maidenhead of fourteene , but off with't : Let her lose no time Sir ; fathers that deny Their Daughters lawfull pleasure , when ripe for them , In some kinds edge their appetites to tast of The fruit that is forbidden . Lew . Tis well urg 'd , And I approve it ; no more blushing Girle , Thy woman hath spoke truth , and so prevented What I meant to move to thee : There dwells neere us A Gentleman of blood , Mounsieur Brisac , Of a faire state , sixe thousand Crowns per annum , The happy Father of two hopefull Sons , Of different breeding ; Th ’ elder , a meere Scholar , The younger , a quaint Courtier . Ang . Sir , I know them By publique fame , though yet I never saw them ; And that oppos 'd antipathy between Their various dispositions , renders them The general discourse and argument ; One part inclining to the Scholar Charles , The other side preferring Eustace , as A man compleat in Courtship . Lew . And which ay Doth your affection sway you ? Ang . to be plaine , Sir , as they are Simply themselves , to neither ; Let a Courtier Be never so exact , Let him be blest with All parts that yeeld him to a Virgin gracious , If he depend on others , and stand not On his owne bottomes , though he have the meanes To bring his Mistresse to a Masque , or by Conveyance from some great ones lips , to taste Such favour from the Kings : or grant he purchase , Precedency in the Country , to be sworne A servant Extraordinary to the Queen ; Nay , though he live in expectation of Some huge preferment in reversion ; If He Want a present fortune , at the best Those are but glorious dreames , and onely yeeld him A happiness in posse , not in esse ; Nor can they fetch him silkes from th ’ Mercer ; nor Discharge a Taylors bill ; nor in full plenty Maintaine a family . Lew . Aptly consider 'd , And to my wish ; but what 's thy censure of The Schollar ? Ang . Troth As of the Courtier ; all his Songs , and Sonnets , His Anagrams , Acrosticks , Epigrammes , His deep and Philosophical discourse Of natures hidden secrets , makes not up A perfect husband ; He can hardly borrow The Starres of the Celestial crown to make me A tire for my head ; nor Charles Waine for a Coach , Nor Ganymede for a Page , nor a rich Gowne From Juno 's Wardrob , nor would I lye in Under heavens spangled Canopy , or banquet My guests and Gossips with imagin 'd Nectar ; Pure Orleans would doe better ; no , no , father , Though I could be well pleas 'd to have my husband A Courtier , and a Schollar , young , and valiant , These are but gawdy nothings , if there be not Something to make a substance . Lew . And what is that ? A full estate , and that said , I 've said all , And get me such a one with these additions , Farewell Virginity , and welcome wedlock . So I looke honestly , I feare no eyes , Sir . Exeunt . A mad old Gentleman . Bri . Yes faith sweet daughter , He has been thus his whole age to my knowledge , He has made Charles his heir , I know that certainly ; Then why should he grudge Eustace any thing ? I would not have a light head , nor one laden With too much learning , as they say , this Charles is , That makes his book his Mistress : Sure , there 's something Hid in this old mans anger , that declares him Not a mere Sot . Bri . Come shall we go and seal brother ? All things are readie , and the riest is here . When Charles has set his hand unto the Writings , As he shall instantly , then to the Wedding , And so to dinner . Lew . Come , let 's seal the book first For my daughters Jointure . Bri . Let 's be private i n't Sir . Exeunt . Can he speak , Sir ? Mir . Faith yes , but not to women : His language is to heaven , and heavenlie wonder , To Nature , and her dark and secret causes . And does he speak well there ? Mir . O , admirably ; But hee 's to bashful too behold a woman , There 's none that sees him , nor he troubles none . He is a man . Mir . Faith Yes , and a cleare sweet spirit . Then conversation me thinkes — Mir . So think I But it is his rugged fate , and so I leave you . I like thy noblenesse . Eust . See my mad Uncle Is courting my faire Mistresse . Lew . Let him alone , There 's nothing that allayes an angrie mind So soone as a sweet beautie ; hee'l come to us . Speake not so softly Sir , tis very likely . But touch ‘ em inwardlie , they smell of Copper . And one hand scale the match , Ime yours for ever . Nor you long travailes , not your little knowledge , Can make me doate upon you . Faith goe studie , And gleane some goodness , that you may shew manlie ; Your Brother at my suit Ime sure will teach you ; Or onely studie how to get a wife Sir , Y'are cast far behind , tis good you should be melancholie , It shewes like a Gamester that had lost his money , And t'is the fashon to weare your arme in a skarfe Sir , For you have had a shrewd cut ore the fingers . Must I be gone too ? Lew . I will never know thee . Then this man will ; what fortune he shall run , father , Bee't good or bad , I must partake it with him . Enter Egremont . When shall the Masque begins ? Eust . Tis done alreadie , All , all , is broken off , I am undone friend , My brother 's wise againe , and has spoil 'd all , Will not release the land , has wone the Wench too . Dare you venter that ? Syl . Let him consent , and have at ye ; I feare him not , he knowes not what a woman is , Nor how to find the mysterie men aime at . Are you afraid of your own shadow , Madam ? He followes still , yet with a sober face ; Would I might know the worst , and then I were satisfied . I am going to bed Sir . Cha . And I am come to light ye ; I am a maide , and ‘ tis a maidens office . You may have me to bed Sir , without a scruple , And yet I am charie too who comes about me . Two Innocents should not feare one another . I feare he will perswade me to mistake him . Pray ye to your bed . Cha . Why not to yours , dear Mistress , One heart and one bed . Ang . True Sir , when ‘ tis lawful ; But yet you know — Cha . I would not know , forget it ; Those are but sickly loves that hang on Ceremonie , Nurst up with doubts and feares , ours high and healthful , Full of beleefe , and fit to teach the Priest ; Love shall seale first , then hands confirme the bargaine . I shall be an Heretique if this continue . What would you doe a bed ? you make me blush , Sir . I must be gone . Cha . Do not , I will not hurt ye ; This is to let you know , my worthiest Lady , Y'have clear 'd my mind , and I can speak of love too ; Feare not my manners , though I never knew Before these few houres what a beautie was , And such a one that fires all hearts that feele it ; Yet I have read of vertuous temperance , And studied it among my other secrets , And sooner would I force a separation Betwixt this Spirit and the case of flesh , Than but conceive one rudeness against chastitie . An Then we may walk . Cha . And talk of any thing , Any thing fit for your eares , and my language ; Though I was bred up dull I was ever civil ; Tis true , I have found it hard to looke on you , And not desire ; Twil prove a wise mans task ; Yet those desires I have so mingled still And tempered with the quality of honour , That if you should yeeld , I should hate you for't . I am no Courtier of a light condition , Apt to take fire at every beautious face . That onely serves his will and wantonness , And lets the serious part run by As thin neglected sand . Whitness of name , You must be mine ; why should I robbe my selfe Of that that lawfully must make me happy ? Why should I seeke to cuckold my delights , And widow all those sweets I aime at in you ? We'l loose our selves in Venus groves of mirtle Where every little bird shall be a Cupid , And sing of love and youth , each winde that blowes And curles the velvet leaves shall breed delights , The wanton springs shall call us to their bankes , And on the perfum 'd flowers wee'l feast our senses , Yet wee'l walk by untainted of their pleasures , And as they were pure Temples wee'l talk in them . To bed , and pray then , we may have a faire end Of our faire loves ; would I ere worthy of you , Or of such parents that might give you thankes ; But I am poore in all but in your love . Once more , good night . Cha . A good night t'ye , and may The dew of sleepe fall gently on you , sweet one , And lock up those faire lights in pleasing slumbers ; No dreames but chast and cleare attempt your fancie , And break betimes sweet morne , I 've lost my light else . Let it be ever night when I lose you . this is no time of night . Cha . Let ‘ em in Mistresse . Hold off your hands , unmannerly , rude Sir ; Nor I , nor what I have depend on you . I cannot love ye , let that satisfie you ; Such vanities as you are to be laught at . But doe not kill ‘ em Sir . Cha . You speak too late , Deare , It is my first fight , and I must doe bravely , I must not looke with partial eyes on any ; I cannot spare a button of these Gentlemen ; Did life lye in their heel Achilles like , Ide shoot my anger at those parts and kill ‘ um . Who waits within ? Ser . Sir . Cha . View all these , view ‘ em well Goe round a bout ‘ em and still view their faces , Round about yet ; See how death waits upon ‘ em , For thou shall never view ‘ em more . Eust . Pray hold , Sir .