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Who does not care? It is an age of duty; Nought now is cherish'd in the tender breast But ties of blood; and his good company, With all his lore and saws and thrice-told tales, Will well reward the virtue of this youth. Go to your cave, and see it in its beauty: The billows else may wash its shelly sides, And make it bare and little worth to-morrow. (Aside to .) Take him away: why do ye linger here?

Why speak'st thou so unkindly to the youth?

Spoke I unkindly? Then 't was unawares. I meant it not.

Be civil to him then, and make amends; He stares and wonders at such taunting words.

If thou preferr'st a wayward captious host (For such I do confess myself to be). With two fair ladies (both methinks are fair), To thine old kinsman's company, return, And be one night at least our honour'd guest.