Enter Butler.
Sir my young Masters are newly alighted.
Bri. Sir now observe their several dispositions.
Enter Charles.
Bid my Subsiser carry my Hackney to buttry,
And give him his bever; it is a civil
And sober beast, and will drink moderately,
And that done, turne him into the quadrangle.
Bri. He cannot out of his University tone.
Enter Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.
Lackey, Take care our Coursers be well rubb'd,
And cloath'd, they have out stripp'd the wind in speed.
Lew. I marry Sir, there's metal in this young fellow! What a sheeps look his elder brother has!
Char. Your blessing, Sir? Bri. Rise Charles, thou hast it.