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Master, nay pray you do not run mad: I'll tell you good news: My young Master Fortunatus is come home: and see where he comes. If thou hadst said Lelia, it had been something. Thus Fortunatus greets his Father, And craves his blessing on his bended knee. ay, here's my son: but Lelia she'll not come. Good Fortunatus rise: wilt thou shed tears, And help thy father moan? If so, say I: if not good son be gone. What moves my father to these strange fits? Faith Sir, he's almost mad: I think he cannot tell you: And therefore I presuming Sir, that my wit is something better than his, at this time (do you mark Sir?) Out of the profound circumambulation of my supernatural wit Sir (do you understand?) Will tell you the whole superfluity of the matter Sir: Your sister Lelia Sir you know is a woman, As another woman is Sir. Well, and what of that? Nay nothing Sir, but she fell in love with one Sophos a very proper wise young man Sir: Now Sir, your Father would not let her have him, Sir: But would have married her to one Sir, That would have fed her with nothing but barley bag puddings and fat bacon: Now Sir to tell you the truth, The fool ye know has fortune to land: But M. Lelia's mouth doth not hang for that kind of diet. And how then? Marry then there was a certain craking, cogging, pettifogging, buttermilk slave Sir, one Churms Sir, that is the very quintessence of all the knaves in the bunch; And if the best man of all his kin had been but so good as a yeoman man's son: He should have been a marked knave by letters patents, And he Sir comes me sneaking, and cozens them both of their wench, and is run away with her: And Sir belike he has cozened your father here of a great deal of his money too. Sir your father did trust him but too much; But I always thought he would prove a crafty knave. My trusts betrayed, my joys exiled: Grief kills his heart, my hopes beguiled, Where golden gain doth blear a father's eyes, That precious pearl fetched from Parnassus' mount, Is counted refuse, worse than Bullen brass; Both joys and hope hang of a silly twine, That still is subject unto flitting time: That turns joy into grief, and hope to sad despair, And ends his days in wretched worldly care. Were I the richest Monarch under heaven, And had one daughter thrice as fair, As was the Grecian Menelaus' wife, Ere I would match her to an untaught swain, Though one whose wealth exceeded Croesus' store, herself should choose, and I applaud her choice, Of one more poor than ever Sophos was, Were his deserts but equal unto his. If I might speak without offence; You were to blame to hinder Lelia's choice. As she in Nature's graces doth excel: So doth Minerva grace him full as well.
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Maſter, nay pray you do not run mad: Ile tell you good newes: My young Maſter Fortunatus is come home: and ſee where he comes. If thou hadſt ſayd Lelia, it had beene ſomething. Thus Fortunatus greetes his Father, And craues his bleſſing on his bended knee. I, heers my ſonne: but Lelia ſheele not come. Good Fortunatus riſe: wilt thou ſhed teares, And help thy father mone? If ſo, ſay I: if not good ſonne be gone. What moues my father to theſe vth fits? Faith Sir, hees almoſt mad: I thinke he cannot tell you: And therefore I preſuming Sir, that my wit is ſomething better than his, at this time (do you marke Sir?) Out of the profound circumambulation of my ſupernaturall wit Sir (do you vnderſtand?) Will tel you the whole ſuperfluity of the matter Sir: Your ſiſter Leli Sir you know is a woman, As another woman is Sir. Well, and what of that? Nay nothing Sir, but ſhee fell in loue with one Sophos a very proper wiſe young man Sir: Now Sir, your Father would not let hir haue him, Sir: But would haue married hir to one Sir, That would haue fed hir with nothing but barly bag puddings and fat bacon: Now Sir to tell you the truth, The foole ye know has fortune to land: But M. Lelias mouth doth not hang for that kind of dyet. And how then? Marrie then there was a certaine craking, cogging, pettifogging, buttermilke ſlaue Sir, one Churms Sir, that is the very quinteſſence of all the knaues in the bunch; And if the beſt man of all his kin had been but ſo good as a yeoman mans ſonne: He ſhould haue been a markt knaue by letters patents, And hee Sir comes me ſneaking, and coſens them both of their wench, and is run away with hir: And Sir belike hee has coſend your father heere of a great deale of his mony too. Sir your father did truſt him but too much; But I alwaies thought he would prooue a crafty knaue. My truſts betrai'd, my ioyes exil'd: Griefe kils his heart, my hopes beguil'd, Whtere golden gaine doth bleare a fathers eyes, That pretious pearle fetcht from Pernaſſus mount, Is counted refuſe, worſe then Bullen braſſe; Both ioyes and hope hang of a ſilly twine, That ſtill is ſubiect vnto flitting time: That tournes ioy into griefe, and hope to ſad deſpaire, And ends his dayes in wretched worldly care. Were I the richeſt Monarch vnder heauen, And had one daughter thrice as faire, As was the Grecian Menelaus wife, Ere I would match hir to an vntaught ſwaine, Though one whoſe wealth exceeded Croeſus ſtore, Hir ſelfe ſhould chooſe, and I applaud hir choiſe, Of one more poore then euer Sophos was, Were his deſerts but equall vnto his. If I might ſpeake without offence; You were to blame to hinder Lelias choice. As ſhe in Natures graces doth excell: So doth Minerua grace him full as well.