Sir _Cau_. But wise Men have respect to Times and Seasons.
Sir _Feeb_. Wise young Men, Sir _Cautious_; but wise old Men must nick their Inclinations; for it is not as 'twas wont to be, for it is not as 'twas wont to be-- [_Singing and Dancing_.
_Enter_ Ralph.
_Ral_. Sir, here's a young Gentleman without wou'd speak with you.
Sir _Feeb_. Hum--I hope it is not that same Bellmour come to forbid the Banes--if it be, he comes too late--therefore bring me first my long Sword, and then the Gentleman.
[_Exit_ Ralph.
_Bear_. Pray, Sir, use mine, it is a travell'd Blade I can assure you, Sir.
Sir _Feeb_. I thank you, Sir.
_Enter_ Ralph _and_ Bellmour _disguised, gives him a Letter, he reads_.
How--my Nephew!
_Francis Fainwou'd_! [_Embraces him_.
_Bel_. I am glad he has told me my Christian name.
Sir _Feeb_. Sir _Cautious_, know my Nephew--'tis a young _St. Omers_ Scholar--but none of the Witnesses.
Sir _Cau_. Marry, Sir, and the wiser he; for they got nothing by't.
_Bea_. Sir, I love and honour you, because you are a Traveller.
Sir _Feeb_. A very proper young Fellow, and as like old _Frank Fainwou'd_ as the Devil to the Collier; but, _Francis_, you are come into a very leud Town, _Francis_, for Whoring, and Plotting, and Roaring, and Drinking; but you must go to Church, _Francis_, and avoid ill Company, or you may make damnable Havock in my Cash, _Francis_, --what, you can keep Merchants Books?
_Bel_. That's been my study, Sir.
Sir _Feeb_. And you will not be proud, but will be commanded by me, _Francis_?
_Bel_. I desire not to be favour'd as a Kinsman, Sir, but as your humblest Servant.
Sir _Feeb_. Why, thou'rt an honest Fellow, _Francis_,--and thou'rt heartily welcome--and I'll make thee fortunate. But come, Sir _Cautious_, let you and I take a turn i'th' Garden, and get a right understanding between your Nephew Mr. _Bearjest_, and my Daughter _Dye_.
Sir _Cau_. Prudently thought on, Sir, I'll wait on you.--
[_Ex. Sir_ Feeble, _and Sir_ Cautious.
_Bea_. You are a Traveller, I understand.
_Bel_. I have seen a little part of the World, Sir.
_Bea_. So have I, Sir, I thank my Stars, and have performed most of my Travels on Foot, Sir.
_Bel_. You did not travel far then, I presume, Sir?
_Bea_. No, Sir, it was for my diversion indeed; but I assure you, I travell'd into _Ireland_ a-foot, Sir.
_Bel_. Sure, Sir, you go by shipping into _Ireland_?
_Bea_. That's all one, Sir, I was still a-foot, ever walking on the Deck.
_Bel_. Was that your farthest Travel, Sir?
_Bea_. Farthest--why, that's the End of the World--and sure a Man can go no farther.
_Bel_. Sure, there can be nothing worth a Man's Curiosity?
_Bea_. No, Sir, I'll assure you, there are the Wonders of the World, Sir: I'll hint you this one. There is a Harbour which since the Creation was never capable of receiving a Lighter, yet by another Miracle the King of _France_ was to ride there with a vast Fleet of Ships, and to land a hundred thousand Men.
_Bel_. This is a swinging Wonder--but are there store of Mad-men there, Sir?
_Bea_. That's another Rarity to see a Man run out of his Wits.
_Noi_. Marry, Sir, the wiser they I say.
_Bea_. Pray, Sir, what store of Miracles have you at _St. Omers?_
_Bel_. None, Sir, since that of the wonderful _Salamanca_ Doctor, who was both here and there at the same Instant of time.
_Bea_. How, Sir? why, that's impossible.
_Bel_. That was the Wonder, Sir, because 'twas impossible.
_Noi_. But 'twas a greater, Sir, that 'twas believed.
_Enter L_. Fulb. _and_ Pert, _Sir_ Cau. _and Sir_ Feeb.
Sir _Feeb_. Enough, enough, Sir _Cautious_, we apprehend one another.
Mr. _Bearjest_, your Uncle here and I have struck the Bargain, the Wench is yours with three thousand Pound present, and something more after Death, which your Uncle likes well.
_Bea_. Does he so, Sir? I'm beholding to him; then 'tis not a Pin matter whether I like or not, Sir.
Sir _Feeb_. How, Sir, not like my Daughter _Dye_?
_Bea_. Oh, Lord, Sir,--die or live, 'tis all one for that, Sir--I'll stand to the Bargain my Uncle makes.
_Pert_. Will you so, Sir? you'll have very good luck if you do.
[_Aside_.
_Bea_. Prithee hold thy Peace, my Lady's Woman.
L. _Ful_. Sir, I beg your pardon for not waiting on you to Church-- I knew you wou'd be private.
_Enter_ Let_. fine in Jewels_.