Char. Let 'em in, Mistris.
Serv. They stay no leave; shall I raise the house on 'em?
Char. Not a man, nor make no murmur oft I charge ye.
Enter Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.
Eust. They're here, my Uncle absent, stand close to me. How do you, Brother, with your curious story? have you not read her yet sufficiently?
Char. No, Brother, no; I stay yet in the Preface: the style's too hard for you.
Eust. I must entreat her; she's parcel of my goods.
Char. She's all when you have her.
Ang. Hold off your hands, unmannerly, rude Sir; nor I, nor what I have depend on you.
Char. Do, let her alone, she gives good counsel; do not trouble your self with Ladies, they are too light: Let out your Land, and get a provident Steward.