The Scornful Lady | Page 3

have spent this year commodiously, In atchieving Languages, will
at your return Acknowledge me more coy of parting with mine eyes,
Than such a friend: More talk I hold not now If you dare go.
Elder Lo. I dare, you know: First let me kiss.
Lady. Farewel sweet Servant, your task perform'd, On a new ground as
a beginning Sutor, I shall be apt to hear you.
Elder Lo. Farewel cruel Mistres. [Exit Lady.
Enter Young Loveless, and Savil.
Young Lo. Brother you'l hazard the losing your tide to Gravesend: you

have a long half mile by Land to Greenewich?
Elder Lo. I go: but Brother, what yet unheard of course to live, doth
your imagination flatter you with? Your ordinary means are devour'd.
Young Lo. Course? why Horse-coursing I think. Consume no time in
this: I have no Estate to be mended by meditation: he that busies
himself about my fortunes may properly be said to busie himself about
nothing.
Elder Lo. Yet some course you must take, which for my satisfaction
resolve and open; if you will shape none, I must inform you that that
man but perswades himself he means to live, that imagines not the
means.
Young Lo. Why live upon others, as others have lived upon me.
Elder Lo. I apprehend not that: you have fed others, and consequently
dispos'd of 'em: and the same measure must you expect from your
maintainers, which will be too heavy an alteration for you to bear.
Young Lo. Why I'le purse; if that raise me not, I'le bet at
Bowling-alleyes, or man Whores; I would fain live by others: but I'le
live whilst I am unhang'd, and after the thought's taken.
Elder Love. I see you are ty'd to no particular imploiment then?
Young Lo. Faith I may choose my course: they say nature brings forth
none but she provides for them: I'le try her liberality.
Elder Lo. Well, to keep your feet out of base and dangerous paths, I
have resolved you shall live as Master of my House. It shall be your
care Savil to see him fed and cloathed, not according to his present
Estate, but to his birth and former fortunes.
Young Lo. If it be refer'd to him, if I be not found in Carnation
Jearsie-stockins, blew devils breeches, with the gards down, and my
pocket i'th' sleeves, I'le n'er look you i'th' face again.

Sa. A comelier wear I wuss it is than those dangling slops.
Elder Lo. To keep you readie to do him all service peaceably, and him
to command you reasonably, I leave these further directions in writing,
which at your best leasure together open and read.
Enter Younglove to them with a Jewell.
Abig. Sir, my Mistress commends her love to you in this token, and
these words; it is a Jewell (she sayes) which as a favour from her she
would request you to wear till your years travel be performed: which
once expired, she will hastily expect your happy return.
Elder Lo. Return my service with such thanks, as she may imagine the
heart of a suddenly over-joyed man would willingly utter, and you I
hope I shall with slender arguments perswade to wear this Diamond,
that when my Mistris shall through my long absence, and the approach
of new Suitors, offer to forget me; you may cast your eye down to your
finger, and remember and speak of me: She will hear thee better than
those allied by birth to her; as we see many men much swayed by the
Grooms of their Chambers, not that they have a greater part of their
love or opinion on them, than on others, but for that they know their
secrets.
Abi. O' my credit I swear, I think 'twas made for me: Fear no other
Suitors.
Elder Love. I shall not need to teach you how to discredit their
beginning, you know how to take exception at their shirts at washing,
or to make the maids swear they found plasters in their beds.
Abi. I know, I know, and do not you fear the Suitors.
Elder Lo. Farewell, be mindfull, and be happie; the night calls me.
[Exeunt omnes praeter Younglove.
Abi. The Gods of the Winds befriend you Sir; a constant and a liberal

Lover thou art, more such God send us.
Enter Welford.
Wel. Let'em not stand still, we have rid.
Abi. A suitor I know by his riding hard, I'le not be seen.
Wel. A prettie Hall this, no Servant in't? I would look freshly.
Abi. You have delivered your errand to me then: there's no danger in a
hansome young fellow: I'le shew my self.
Wel. Lady, may it please you to bestow upon a stranger the ordinary
grace of salutation: Are you the Lady of