Bal. The Brothers then are met?
Gis. They are, Sir.
Bald. 'Tis thought, they may be reconcil'd.
Gis. 'Tis rather wish't, for such, whose reason
Doth direct their thoughts without self flattery,
Dare not hope it.
Bald. The fires of Love, which the dead Duke believ'd
His equal care of both would have united,
Ambition hath divided: and there are
Too many on both parts, that know they cannot
Or rise to wealth or honour, their main ends,
Unless the tempest of the Princes fury
Make troubled Seas, and those Seas yield fit Billows
In their bad Arts to give way to a calm,
Which yielding rest and good, prove their ruin,
And in the shipwrack of their hopes and fortunes,
The Dukedom might be sav'd, had it but ten
That stood affected to the general good,
With that confirm'd zeal which brave Aubrey does.
Gis. He is indeed the perfect character
Of a good man, and so his actions speak him.
Bald. But did you observe the many doubts, and cautions
The Brothers stood upon before they met?
Gis. I did; and yet, that ever Brothers should
Stand on more nice terms, than sworn Enemies
After a War proclaim'd, would with a stranger
Wrong the reporters credit; they saluted
At distance; and so strong was the suspicion
Each had of other, that before they durst
Embrace, they were by sev'ral servants searcht,
As doubting conceal'd weapons, Antidotes
Ta'ne openly by both, fearing the room
Appointed for the enter-view was poyson'd,
The Chairs, and Cushions, with like care survay'd;
And in a word in every circumstance
So jealous on both parts, that it is more
Than to be fear'd, concord can never joyn,
Minds so divided.
Bald. Yet our best endeavours,
Should not be wanting, Gisbert.
Gis. Neither shall they.