Beau. My Father.
Nouall. My honorable Lord.
Roch. My Lord Nouall this is a vertue in you.
So early vp and ready before noone, [135]
That are the map of dressing through all France.
Nou. I rise to say my prayers, sir, heere’s my Saint.
Roch. Tis well and courtly; you must giue me leaue,
I haue some priuate conference with my daughter,
Pray vse my garden, you shall dine with me. [140]
Lilad. Wee’l waite on you.
Nou. Good morne vnto your Lordship,
Remember what you haue vow’d——to his Mrs.
Exeunt omnes praeter Roch. Daug.
Beau. Performe I must.
Roch. Why how now Beaumelle, thou look’st not well.
Th’ art sad of late, come cheere thee, I haue found
A wholesome remedy for these mayden fits, [145]
A goodly Oake whereon to twist my vine,
Till her faire branches grow vp to the starres.
Be neere at hand, successe crowne my intent,
My businesse fills my little time so full,
I cannot stand to talke: I know, thy duty [150]
Is handmayd to my will, especially
When it presents nothing but good and fit.