_Ars_.

Yet 'tis said
He hath no child, and by the Laws of _Spain_
If he die without issue, _Don Jamie_
Inherits his Estate.

_Mil_.

Why that's the reason
Of their so many jarrs: though the young Lord
Be sick of the elder Brother, and in reason
Should flatter, and observe him, he's of a nature
Too bold and fierce, to stoop so, but bears up,
Presuming on his hopes.

_Ars_.

What's the young Lad
That all of 'em make so much of?

_Mil._

'Tis a sweet one,
And the best condition'd youth, I ever saw yet,
So humble, and so affable, that he wins
The love of all that know him, and so modest,
That (in despight of poverty) he would starve
Rather than ask a courtesie: He's the Son