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have long desird a match with your daughters, but they are coy, so
childish, so unmannerly; I know not how to terme them: they dispise who
worship offers them, they may[110] hereafter doe worse and have worse,
madam.

_Crac_. My uncle tells your ladiship the truth:
We are noe peasants[111] or unhonorable
To be affronted with indignities.

_Suc_. Here are men that has seene service.

_Bunch_. At a mustring or ith Artillery[112] garden.

_Lady_. 'Twas past my pleasure, good Sir _Geffery_, you have had such
harch entertainement from them: henceforth Ile lay my charge upon them
to be more tractable.--Mr. _Alexander_, goe call my daughters hither.

_Lov_. She turnes againe.--I shall with all celerity wish them to
approach. [_Exit_.

_Sir Gef_. Certainly, Madam, I can see no cause
Wherefore at first you might not, without putting
My Knighthood to this trouble, have matched with me
Your selfe; it had been somewhat fitter.

_Enter Belisea and Clariana_.

_Bel_. Are these fooles here?

_Lady_. Minions you might have expresd more kindnes
In your behaviour to these Gent[lemen]
Whom my strict caire provided for your husbands.

_Bel_. I hope they cannot blame us, we have usd them
With that respect our modesties allowd.

_Lady_. Your peevish nicenes settle your affections
To a more fayre demeaner towards their worth,
Or you shall seeke a Mother and a portion.

_Crac_. Nay, if you take away their portions, Ile
Meddle no further with them.

_Lady_. You both heare
My not to be revoaked intention
Respect this knight and his nephew in the way
Of marriage, or I shall take another order with you.
[_Exit_.

_Cla_. Was it you, good knight of the ill favord Countenance,
Who procurd us these loving admonitions?

_Sir Gef_. Nay, and you begin agen, Ile call your Ladie Mother.

_Suc_. I do protest unto you, beauteous Lady,
You do not cast a favorable aspect.

_Bel_. I am no Plannet.

_Crac_. Captaine, you doe me palpable affront:
She is the election of my understanding.

_Sir Geff_. Retort not so abstrusly.--Will you disdain
The good of honour, condiscend to me
And youthfull write me, lady, in your stile,
And to each thread of thy sun-daseling h[air]
Ile hang a pearle as orient as the gemmes
The eastern Queenes doe boast of. When thou walk[st],
The country lasses, crownd with gorgeous flo[w]res,
Shall fill each path and dance their rural jigs
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