Ang. 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.
Ang. He is a man. Mir. Faith Yes, and a cleare sweet spirit.
Ang. Then conversation me thinkes— Mir. So think I But it is his rugged fate, and so I leave you.
Ang. 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.
Enter Brisac, Charles.
Eust. My father's here, my brother too! that's a wonder,
Broke like a spirit from his Cell. Bri. Come hither,
Come neerer Charles; 'Twas your desire to see
My noble Daughter, and the company,
And give your brother joy, and then to seal boy.
You doe like a good brother. Lew. Marry do's he
And he shall have my love for ever for't.
Put to your hand now. Not. Here's the Deed Sir, ready.
Cha. No, you must pardon me a while, I tell ye, I am in contemplation, doe not trouble me.
Bri. Come, leave thy studie, Charles. Cha. Ile leave my life first; I studie now to be a man, I've found it. Before, what man was, was but my argument.
Mir. I like this best of all, he has taken fire, His dull mist flies away. Eust. Will you write brother?
Cha. No, brother no, I have no time for poore things, I'm taking th' height of that bright Constellation.