?

_Do_. Why, because wind is the cause of many things; now if the wind bee
not in the right corner tis the ill wind our proverbe speakes of that
blowes nobodie good; for when vapors and wind flie into the head it
cannot be in two places at one time: and that's the reason your men of
most wit doe seldome love a woman.--But here comes my Master and Sir
_Francis_.

_Enter Sir Richard and Sir Francis, and Mr. Courtwell_.

_Ri_. This is a double honour to us, _Sir Francis_. I shall want
language, but not a friendly hart to entertaine you and your noble
kinsman. What my exquisite Cavalier _Device_!--tis to no purpose I see
to remove into the Countrey to save charges and be quiet; the whole
Citty will come hither if I stay. I have no stomack to my kn't.

_Fra_. I hope, madam, you will be no enemy to my kinsman.

_Ri_. Sister, I present this gentleman; observe and cherish him; he has
been i'th Universitie.

_Sis_. Any degree, Sir?

_Co_. Onely Bachelour, forsooth!

_Ri_. If he winne you to marriage, Lady quicksilver--

_Sis_. He wilbe Master of his Art.

_Ri_. My vote is for him.

_De_.--I like not the induction of this rivall.

_Ri_. He studies now the law,
And thats the high way to preferment, Sister.

_Sis_. Indeed it is the high way in which some
Deliver up their purses. He may clime
To scarlet, but that he has too good a face.

_De_. Sir, I hope--

_Ri_. Troth, do not, Sir,--I meane, trouble yourselfe:
He is too bashfull to prevaile upon
Your spirited mistres!

_Enter Mr. Engine_.

_En_. Sir _Richard_.

_Ri_. More customers? Mr. _Engine_, welcome;
Your presence was unexpected in the Countrey.

_En_. Twas my ambition with some intents
To serve you, sir. Please you vouchsafe your privacie,
I bring Affaires are worth your entertainement:
I have rid hard.

_Cou_. What Cavallier's this, Uncle?

_Fra_. He is the inventor of new proiects, cosen,
They say, and patents; one that lives like a moth
Upon the Common wealth.

_Cou_. He lookes like one.

_Ric_. You will excuse me, gentlemen.--Make much of Sir _Francis_, Madam.

_Ext. [Sir Richard and Engine_.

_Fra_. Weele leave my Nephew and your sister, Madam,
And take a turne i'th garden.

_Sis_. You may be confident.

[_Exeunt Sir Francis, Lady, and Dorothy_.

_De_.--I doe not like the fancie in his hat;
That gules is warre and will be ominous.

_Ext