en it fell on your head, and now the house
Is ready to fall, Do you feare nothing? _Cha_. Will
He have my bookes too? _Mir_. No, he has a book,
A faire one too to read on, and read wonders,
I would thou hadst her in thy studie Nephew,
And 'twere but to new string her. _Cha_. Yes, I saw her,
And me though[t] 'twas a curious peece of learning,
Handsomely bound, and of a daintly letter.

_And_. He flung away his booke. _Mir_. I like that in him,
Would he had flung away his dulness too,
And speak to her. _Cha_. And must my brother have all?

_Mir_. All that your father has. _Cha_. And that faire woman too?

_Mir_. That woman also. _Cha_. He has enough then
May I not see her somtimes, and call her Sister?
I will doe him no wrong. _Mir_. This makes me mad
I could now cry for anger; these old fooles
Are the most stubborn and the wilfullest Coxcombs--
Farewil, and fall to your booke, forget your brother;
You are my heire, and Ile provide y'a wife;
Ile looke upon this marriage, though I hate it. _Exit_.

_Enter_ Brisac.

Where is my son? _And_. There Sir, casting a figure
What chopping children his brother shall have.

_Bri_. He do's well; How do'st _Charles_? still at thy book?

_And_. Hee's studying now Sir, who shall be his father.

_Bri_. Peace you rude Knave--Come hither _Charles_ be merry.

_Cha_. I thank you, I am busie at my book, Sir.

_Bri._ You must put your hand my _Charles_, as I would have you
Unto a little peece of parchment here;
Onely your name, you write a reasonable hand.

_Cha_. But I may do unreasonably to write it.
What is it Sir? _Bri_. To passe the Land I have, Sir,
Unto your younger brother. _Cha_. Is't no more?

_Bri_. No, no, 'tis nothing; you shall be provided for,
And new bookes you shall have still, and new studies,
And have your meanes brought in without thy care boy,
And one still to attend you. _Cha_. This shewes your love father.

_Bri_. I'm tender to you. _And_. Like a stone, I take it.

_Cha_. Why father, Ile go downe, an't please you let me,
Because Ide see the thing they call the Gentlewoman,
I see no woman but through contemplation,
And there Ile doe't before the company,
And wish my brother fortune. _Bri_. Doe I prithee.

_Cha_. I must not stay, for I have things above
Require my study. _Bri_. No, thou shalt not stay,
Thou shalt have a brave dinner too. _And_. Now has he
Orethrowne himselfe for ever; I will down
Into the Celler, and be sta