_Mer._ That's strange.

_Unc._ Runs Lunatick, if you but talk of states, he cannot be
brought (now he has spent his own) to think there's inheritance, or
means, but all a common riches, all men bound to be his Bailiffs.

_Mer._ This is something dangerous.

_Uncle._ No Gentleman that has estate to use it in keeping house,
or followers, for those wayes he cries against, for Eating sins, dull
Surfeits, cramming of Serving-men, mustering of Beggars, maintaining
Hospitals for Kites, and Curs, grounding their fat faiths upon old
Country proverbs, God bless the Founders; these he would have ventured
into more manly uses, Wit, and carriage, and never thinks of state, or
means, the ground-works: holding it monstrous, men should feed their
bodies, and starve their understandings.

_Mer._ That's most certain.

_Uncle._ Yes, if he could stay there.

_Mer._ Why let him marry, and that way rise again.

_Uncle._ It's most impossible, he will not look with any
handsomeness upon a Woman.

_Mer._ Is he so strange to Women?

_Uncle._ I know not what it is, a foolish glory he has got, I know
not where, to balk those benefits, and yet he will converse and flatter