Chapter CVI: Act III: Scene I.3563

_Enter_ DE GARD _and_ LUGIER.

_De Gard._ I know ye are a scholar, and can do wonders.

_Lug._ There ’s no great scholarship belongs to this, sir;
What I am, I am. I pity your poor sister,
And heartily I hate these travellers,
These gim-cracks, made of mops[3564] and motions.[3565]
There ’s nothing in their houses here but hummings; 6
A bee has more brains. I grieve and vex too
The insolent licentious carriage
Of this out-facing fellow Mirabel;
And I am mad to see him prick his plumes up.

_De Gard._ His wrongs you partly know.

_Lug._ Do not you stir, sir; 11
Since he has begun with wit, let wit revenge it:
Keep your sword close; we ’ll cut his throat a new way.
I am asham’d the gentlewoman should suffer
Such base lewd wrongs.

_De Gard._ I will be rul’d; he shall live, 15
And left to your revenge.

_Lug._ Ay, ay, I ’ll fit him.
He makes a common scorn of handsome women;
Modesty and good manners are his May-games;
He takes up maidenheads with a new commission,—
The church-warrant ’s out of date. Follow my counsel, 20
For I am zealous in the cause.

_De Gard._ I will, sir.
And will be still directed; for the truth is,
My sword will make my sister seem more monstrous.
Besides, there is no honour won on reprobates.

_Lug._ You are i’ th’ right. The slight he has show’d my pupils 25
Sets me a-fire too. Go; I ’ll prepare your sister.
And as I told ye——

_De Gard._ Yes; all shall be fit, sir.

_Lug._ And seriously, and handsomely.

_De Gard._ I warrant ye.

_Lug._ A little counsel more. [_Whispers._]

_De Gard._ ’T is well.

_Lug._ Most stately:
See that observ’d; and then——

_De Gard._ I have ye every way. 30

_Lug._ Away, then, and be ready.

_De Gard._ With all speed, sir. _Exit._

_Enter_ LILLIA BIANCA, ROSALURA, _and_ ORIANA.

_Lug._ We ’ll learn to travel too, may be, beyond him.—
Good day, fair beauties!

_Lil._ You have beautified us,
We thank ye, sir; ye have set us off most gallantly
With your grave precepts.

_Ros._ We expected husbands 35
Out of your documents[3566] and taught behaviours,
Excellent husbands; thought men would run stark mad on us,
Men of all ages and all states; we expected
An inundation of desires and offers,
A torrent of trim suitors; all we did, 40
Or said, or purpos’d, to be spells about us,
Spells to provoke.

_Lil._ Ye have provok’d us finely!
We follow’d your directions, we did rarely,
We were stately, coy, demure, careless, light, giddy,
And play’d at all points: this, you swore, would carry. 45

_Ros._ We made love, and contemn’d love; now seem’d holy,
With such a reverent put-on reservation
Which could not miss, according to your principles;
Now gave more hope again; now close,[3567] now public,
Still up and down we beat it like a billow; 50
And ever those behaviours you read to us,
Subtle and new: but all this will not help us.

_Lil._ They help to hinder us of all acquaintance,
They have frighted off all friends. What am I better
For all my learning, if I love a dunce, 55
A handsome dunce? To what use serves my reading?
You should have taught me what belongs to horses,
Dogs, dice, hawks, banquets, masques, free and fair meetings,
To have studied gowns and dressings.

_Lug._ Ye are not mad, sure!

_Ros._ We shall be, if we follow your encouragements. 60
I ’ll take mine own way now.

_Lil._ And I my fortune;
We may live maids else till the moon drop millstones.
I see, your modest women are taken for monsters;
A dowry of good breeding is worth nothing.

_Lug._ Since ye take it so to th’ heart, pray ye,
give me leave yet, 65
And ye shall see how I ’ll convert this heretic.
Mark how this Mirabel——

_Lil._ Name him no more;
For, though I long for a husband, I hate him,
And would be married sooner to a monkey,
Or to a Jack of Straw, than such a juggler. 70

_Ros._ I am of that mind too. He is too nimble,
And plays at fast and loose too learnedly,
For a plain-meaning woman; that ’s the truth on ’t.
Here ’s one too, that we love well, would be angry;

[_Pointing to_ ORIANA.]

And reason why.—No, no, we will not trouble ye, 75
Nor him at this time: may he make you happy!
We ’ll turn ourselves loose now to our fair fortunes;
And the downright way——

_Lil._ The winning way we ’ll follow;
We ’ll bait that men may bite fair, and not be frighted.
Yet we ’ll not be carried so cheap neither; we ’ll have some sport, 80
Some mad-morris or other for our money, tutor.

_Lug._ ’T is like enough: prosper your own devices!
Ye are old enough to choose. But, for this gentlewoman,
So please her give me leave——

_Ori._ I shall be glad, sir,
To find a friend whose pity may direct me. 85

_Lug._ I ’ll do my best, and faithfully deal for ye;
But then ye must be rul’d.

_Ori._ In all, I vow to ye,

_Ros._ Do, do: he has a lucky hand sometimes, I ’ll assure ye.
And hunts the recovery of a lost lover deadly.

_Lug._ You must away straight.

_Ori._ Yes.

_Lug._ And I ’ll instruct ye: 90
Here ye can know no more.

_Ori._ By your leave, sweet ladies;
And all our fortunes arrive at our own wishes!

_Lil._ Amen, amen!

_Lug._ I must borrow your man.

_Lil._ Pray, take him;
He is within. To do her good, take any thing.
Take us and all.

_Lug._ No doubt, ye may find takers; 95
And so, we ’ll leave ye to your own disposes.

_Exeunt_ [LUGIER _and_ ORIANA].

_Lil._ Now, which way, wench?

_Ros._ We ’ll go a brave way, fear not;
A safe and sure way too; and yet a by-way.
I must confess I have a great mind to be married.

_Lil._ So have I too a grudging[3568] of good-will that way, 100
And would as fain be despatched. But this Monsieur Quicksilver——

_Ros._ No, no; we ’ll bar him, bye and main.[3569] Let him trample;
There is no safety in his surquedry.[3570]
An army-royal of women are too few for him;
He keeps a journal of his gentleness, 105
And will go near to print his fair despatches,
And call it his “Triumph over time and women.”
Let him pass out of memory! What think you
Of his two companions?

_Lil._ Pinac, methinks, is reasonable;
A little modesty he has brought home with him, 110
And might be taught, in time, some handsome duty.

_Ros._ They say, he is a wencher too.

_Lil._ I like him better;
A free light touch or two becomes a gentleman,
And sets him seemly off: so he exceed not,
But keep his compass[3571] clear, he may be lookt at. 115
I would not marry a man that must be taught,
And conjur’d up with kisses; the best game
Is play’d still by the best gamesters.

_Ros._ Fie upon thee!
What talk hast thou!

_Lil._ Are not we alone, and merry?
Why should we be ashamed to speak what we think? Thy gentleman, 120
The tall fat fellow, he that came to see thee——

_Ros._ Is ’t not a goodly man?

_Lil._ A wondrous goodly!
H’as weight enough, I warrant thee. Mercy upon me,
What a serpent wilt thou seem under such a St. George!

_Ros._ Thou art a fool! Give me a man brings mettle, 125
Brings substance with him, needs no broths to lare[3572] him.
These little fellows shew like fleas in boxes,
Hop up and down, and keep a stir to vex us.
Give me the puissant pike; take you the small shot. 129

_Lil._ Of a great thing, I have not seen a duller;
Therefore, methinks, sweet sister——

_Ros._ Peace, he ’s modest;
A bashfulness; which is a point of grace, wench:
But, when these fellows come to moulding, sister,
To heat, and handling—As I live, I like him;
_Enter_ MIRABEL.
And, methinks, I could form him.

_Lil._ Peace; the fire-drake. 135

_Mir._ Bless ye, sweet beauties, sweet incomparable ladies,
Sweet wits, sweet humours! Bless you, learned lady!
And you, most holy nun, bless your devotions!

_Lil._ And bless your brains, sir, your most pregnant brains, sir!
They are in travail; may they be delivered 140
Of a most hopeful wild-goose!

_Ros._ Bless your manhood!
They say ye are a gentleman of action,
A fair accomplish’d man, and a rare engineer.
You have a trick to blow up maidenheads,
A subtle trick, they say abroad.

_Mir._ I have, lady. 145

_Ros._ And often glory in their ruins.

_Mir._ Yes, forsooth;
I have a speedy trick, please you to try it;
My engine will despatch you instantly.

_Ros._ I would I were a woman, sir, fit for you!
As there be such, no doubt, may engine you too; 150
May, with a counter-mine, blow up your valour:
But, in good faith, sir, we are both too honest;
And, the plague is, we cannot be persuaded;
For, look you, if we thought it were a glory
To be the last of all your lovely ladies—— 155

_Mir._ Come, come, leave prating: this has spoil’d your market!
This pride and puft-up heart will make ye fast, ladies,
Fast when ye are hungry too.

_Ros._ The more our pain, sir.

_Lil._ The more our health, I hope too.

_Mir._ Your behaviours
Have made men stand amaz’d; those men that lov’d ye, 160
Men of fair states[3573] and parts. Your strange conversions[3574]
Into I know not what, nor how, nor wherefore;
Your scorns of those that came to visit ye;
Your studied whim-whams and your fine set faces—
What have these got ye? Proud and harsh opinions. 165
A travell’d monsieur was the strangest creature,
The wildest monster to be wond’red at;
His person made a public scoff, his knowledge
(As if he had been bred ’mongst bears or bandogs)[3575]
Shunn’d and avoided; his conversation snuff’d at;[3576]— 170
What harvest brings all this?

_Ros._ I pray you, proceed, sir.

_Mir._ Now ye shall see in what esteem a traveller,
An understanding gentleman, and a monsieur,
Is to be held; and, to your griefs, confess it,
Both to your griefs and galls.

_Lil._ In what, I pray ye, sir? 175
We would be glad to understand your excellence.

_Mir._ Go on, sweet ladies; it becomes ye rarely!
For me, I have blest me from ye; scoff on seriously,
And note the man ye mock’d. You, Lady Learning, 179
Note the poor traveller that came to visit you,
That flat unfurnish’d fellow; note him throughly;
You may chance to see him anon.

_Lil._ ’T is very likely.

_Mir._ And see him courted by a travell’d lady,
Held dear and honour’d by a virtuous virgin;
May be, a beauty not far short of yours neither;
It may be, clearer.

_Lil._ Not unlikely.

_Mir._ Younger: 186
As killing eyes as yours, a wit as poignant;
May be, a state, too, that may top[3577] your fortune.
Inquire how she thinks of him, how she holds him; 189
His good parts, in what precious price already;
Being a stranger to him, how she courts him;
A stranger to his nation too, how she dotes on him.
Inquire of this; be sick to know: curse, lady,
And keep your chamber; cry, and curse: a sweet one,
A thousand in yearly land, well bred, well friended, 195
Travell’d, and highly followed for her fashions.

_Lil._ Bless his good fortune, sir!

_Mir._ This scurvy fellow,
I think they call his name Pinac, this serving-man
That brought ye venison, as I take it, madam,
Note but this scab: ’t is strange that this coarse creature, 200
That has no more set-off but his jugglings,
His travell’d tricks——

_Lil._ Good sir, I grieve not at him,
Nor envy not his fortune: yet I wonder.
He ’s handsome; yet I see no such perfection.

_Mir._ Would I had his fortune! For ’t is a woman 205
Of that sweet-temper’d nature, and that judgment,
Besides her state, that care, clear understanding,
And such a wife to bless him——

_Ros._ Pray you, whence is she?

_Mir._ Of England, and a most accomplish’d lady; 209
So modest that men’s eyes are frighted at her,
And such a noble carriage—
_Enter a_ Boy.
How now, sirrah?

_Boy._ Sir, the great English lady——

_Mir._ What of her, sir?

_Boy._ Has newly left her coach, and coming this way.
Where you may see her plain: Monsieur Pinac
The only man that leads her.

_Enter_ PINAC, MARIANA, _and_ Attendants.

_Mir._ He is much honoured; 215
Would I had such a favour! [_Exit_ Boy.]
Now vex, ladies.
Envy, and vex, and rail!

_Ros._ You are short of us, sir.

_Mir._ Bless your fair fortune, sir!

_Pin._ I nobly thank ye.

_Mir._ Is she married, friend?

_Pin._ No, no.

_Mir._ A goodly lady;
A sweet and delicate aspect!—Mark, mark, and wonder!— 220
Hast thou any hope of her?

_Pin._ A little.

_Mir._ Follow close, then;
Lose not that hope.

_Pin._ To you, sir.
[MARIANA _courtesies to_ MIRABEL.]

_Mir._ Gentle lady!

_Ros._ She is fair, indeed.

_Lil._ I have seen a fairer; yet
She is well.

_Ros._ Her clothes sit handsome too.

_Lil._ She dresses prettily.

_Ros._ And, by my faith, she is rich; she looks still sweeter. 225
A well-bred woman, I warrant her.

_Lil._ Do you hear, sir?
May I crave this gentlewoman’s name?

_Pin._ Mariana, lady.

_Lil._ I will not say I owe ye a quarrel, monsieur,
For making me your stale:[3578] a noble gentleman
Would have had more courtesy, at least more faith, 230
Than to turn off his mistress at first trial.
You know not what respect I might have show’d ye;
I find ye have worth.

_Pin._ I cannot stay to answer ye;
Ye see my charge. I am beholding to ye
For all your merry tricks ye put upon me, 235
Your bobs,[3579] and base accounts. I came to love ye,
To woo ye, and to serve ye; I am much indebted to ye
For dancing me off my legs, and then for walking me;
For telling me strange tales I never heard of,
More to abuse me; for mistaking me, 240
When you both knew I was a gentleman,
And one deserv’d as rich a match as you are.

_Lil._ Be not so bitter, sir.

_Pin._ You see this lady:
She is young enough and fair enough to please me;
A woman of a loving mind, a quiet, 245
And one that weighs the worth of him that loves her:
I am content with this, and bless my fortune.
Your curious wits, and beauties——

_Lil._ Faith, see me once more.

_Pin._ I dare not trouble ye.

_Lil._ May I speak to your lady?

_Pin._ I pray ye, content yourself. I know ye are bitter, 250
And, in your bitterness, ye may abuse her;
Which if she comes to know (for she understands ye not),
It may breed such a quarrel to your kindred,
And such an indiscretion fling on you too
(For she is nobly friended)——

_Lil._ [_Aside._] I could eat her. 255

_Pin._ Rest as ye are, a modest noble gentlewoman,
And afford your honest neighbours some of your prayers.
_Exeunt_ [PINAC, MARIANA, _and_ Attendants].

_Mir._ What think you now?

_Lil._ Faith, she’s a pretty whiting;[3580]
She has got a pretty catch too.

_Mir._ You are angry,
Monstrous angry now, grievously angry; 260
And the pretty heart does swell now.

_Lil._ No, in troth, sir.

_Mir._ And it will cry anon, “A pox upon it!”
And it will curse itself, and eat no meat, lady;
And it will sigh.[3581]

_Lil._ Indeed, you are mistaken;
It will be very merry.

_Ros._ Why, sir, do you think 265
There are no more men living, nor no handsomer,
Than he or you? By this light, there be ten thousand,
Ten thousand thousand! Comfort yourself, dear monsieur;
Faces, and bodies, wits, and all abiliments[3582]—
There are so many we regard ’em not. 270

_Enter_ BELLEUR _and two_ Gentlemen.

_Mir._ That such a noble lady—I could burst now!—
So far above such trifles——

_Bel._ You did laugh at me;
And I know why ye laughed.

_1 Gent._ I pray ye, be satisfied:
If we did laugh, we had some private reason,
And not at you.

_2 Gent._ Alas, we know you not, sir! 275

_Bel._ I ’ll make you know me. Set your faces soberly;
Stand this way, and look sad; I ’ll be no May-game;
Sadder, demurer yet.

_Ros._ What is the matter?
What ails this gentleman?

_Bel._ Go off now backward, that I may behold ye; 280
And not a simper, on your lives!

[_Exeunt_ Gentlemen, _walking backwards_.]

_Lil._ He’s mad, sure.

_Bel._ Do you observe me too?

_Mir._ I may look on ye.

_Bel._ Why do you grin? I know your mind.

_Mir._ You do not.
You are strangely humorous. Is there no mirth nor pleasure
But you must be the object? 285

_Bel._ Mark, and observe me. Wherever I am nam’d,
The very word shall raise a general sadness,
For the disgrace this scurvy woman did me,
This proud pert thing. Take heed ye laugh not at me,
Provoke me not; take heed.

_Ros._ I would fain please ye; 290
Do any thing to keep ye quiet.

_Bel._ Hear me.
Till I receive a satisfaction
Equal to the disgrace and scorn ye gave me,
Ye are a wretched woman; till thou woo’st me,
And I scorn thee as much, as seriously 295
Jeer and abuse thee; ask what gill[3583] thou art,
Or any baser name; I will proclaim thee,
I will so sing thy virtue, so be-paint thee——

_Ros._ Nay, good sir, be more modest.

_Bel._ Do you laugh again?—
Because ye are a woman, ye are lawless, 300
And out of compass of an honest anger.

_Ros._ Good sir, have a better belief of me.

_Lil._ Away, dear sister!
_Exit [with_ ROSALURA].

_Mir._ Is not this better now, this seeming madness,
Than falling out with your friends?

_Bel._ Have I not frighted her?

_Mir._ Into her right wits, I warrant thee. Follow this humour, 305
And thou shalt see how prosperously ’t will guide thee.

_Bel._ I am glad I have found a way to woo yet; I was afraid once
I never should have made a civil suitor.
Well, I ’ll about it still. _Exit._

_Mir._ Do, do, and prosper.
What sport do I make with these fools! What pleasure 310
Feeds me, and fats my sides at their poor innocence!
_Enter_ LUGIER, [_disguised_.]
Wooing and wiving—hang it! Give me mirth,
Witty and dainty mirth! I shall grow in love, sure,
With mine own happy head.
Who’s this?—To me, sir?—
[_Aside._] What youth is this?

_Lug._ Yes sir, I would speak with you, 315
If your name be Monsieur Mirabel.

_Mir._ You have hit it:
Your business, I beseech you?

_Lug._ This it is, sir;
There is a gentlewoman hath long time affected you,
And lov’d you dearly.

_Mir._ Turn over, and end that story;
’T is long enough: I have no faith in women, sir. 320

_Lug._ It seems so, sir. I do not come to woo for her,
Or sing her praises, though she well deserve ’em;
I come to tell ye, ye have been cruel to her,
Unkind and cruel, falser of faith, and careless,
Taking more pleasure in abusing her, 325
Wresting her honour to your wild disposes,
Than noble in requiting her affection:
Which, as you are a man, I must desire ye
(A gentleman of rank) not to persist in,
No more to load her fair name with your injuries. 330

_Mir._ Why, I beseech you, sir?

_Lug._ Good sir, I ’ll tell ye.
And I ’ll be short; I ’ll tell ye because I love ye,
Because I would have you shun the shame may follow.
There is a nobleman, new come to town, sir,
A noble and a great man, that affects her, 335
(A countryman of mine, a brave Savoyan,
Nephew to th’ duke) and so much honours her,
That ’t will be dangerous to pursue your old way,
To touch at any thing concerns her honour,
Believe, most dangerous. Her name is Oriana,
And this great man will marry her. Take heed, sir; 341
For howsoe’er her brother, a staid gentleman,
Lets things pass upon better hopes, this lord, sir,
Is of that fiery and that poignant metal,
(Especially provok’d on by affection) 345
That ’t will be hard—but you are wise.

_Mir._ A lord, sir?

_Lug._ Yes, and a noble lord.

_Mir._ Send her good fortune!
This will not stir her lord. A baroness!
Say ye so? Say ye so? By ’r lady, a brave title!
Top and top-gallant now? Save her great ladyship! 350
I was a poor servant of hers, I must confess, sir,
And in those days I thought I might be jovy,[3584]
And make a little bold to call in to her;
But, _basta_;[3585] now I know my rules and distance;
Yet, if she want an usher, such an implement,
One that is throughly pac’d, a clean-made gentleman, 356
Can hold a hanging up with approbation,
Plant his hat formally, and wait with patience,
I do beseech you, sir——

_Lug._ Sir, leave your scoffing,
And, as ye are a gentleman, deal fairly. 360
I have given ye a friend’s counsel; so, I ’ll leave ye.

_Mir._ But, hark ye, hark ye, sir; is ’t possible
I may believe what you say?

_Lug._ You may choose, sir.

_Mir._ No baits, no fish-hooks, sir? No gins? no nooses?
No pitfals to catch puppies?

_Lug._ I tell ye certain: 365
You may believe; if not, stand to the danger! _Exit._

_Mir._ A lord of Savoy, says be? The duke’s nephew?
A man so mighty? By lady, a fair marriage!
By my faith, a handsome fortune! I must leave prating:
For, to confess the truth, I have abus’d her, 370
For which I should be sorry, but that will seem scurvy.
I must confess she was, ever since I knew her,
As modest as she was fair; I am sure she lov’d me;
Her means good, and her breeding excellent;
And for my sake she has refus’d fair matches.
I may play the fool finely.—Stay: who are these? 376

_Re-enter_ DE GARD _with_ ORIANA, [_both of them disguised, and in rich dresses;_] _and_ Attendants.

[_Aside._] ’T is she, I am sure; and that the lord, it should seem.
He carries a fair port, is a handsome man too.
I do begin to feel I am a coxcomb.[3586]

_Ori._ Good my lord, choose a nobler; for I know 380
I am so far below your rank and honour,
That what ye can say this way I must credit
But spoken to beget yourself sport. Alas, sir,
I am so far off from deserving you,
My beauty so unfit for your affection, 385
That I am grown the scorn of common railers,
Of such injurious things that, when they cannot
Reach at my person, lie with my reputation!
I am poor, besides.

_De Gard._ Ye are all wealth and goodness;
And none but such as are the scum of men, 390
The ulcers of an honest state, spite-weavers,
That live on poison only, like swoln spiders,
Dare once profane such excellence, such sweetness.

_Mir._ This man speaks loud indeed.

_De Gard._ Name but the men, lady:
Let me but know these poor and base depravers,
Lay but to my revenge their persons open, 396
And you shall see how suddenly, how fully,
For your most beauteous sake, how direfully,
I ’ll handle their despites. Is this thing one?
Be what he will——

_Mir._ Sir? 400

_De Gard._ Dare your malicious tongue, sir——

_Mir._ I know you not, nor what ye mean.

_Ori._ Good my lord——

_De Gard._ If he, or any he——

_Ori._ I beseech your honour—
This gentleman ’s a stranger to my knowledge;
And, no doubt, sir, a worthy man.

_De Gard._ Your mercy!— 405
But, had he been a tainter of your honour,
A blaster of those beauties reign within ye—
But we shall find a fitter time. Dear lady,
As soon as I have freed ye from your guardian,
And done some honour’d offices unto ye, 410
I ’ll take ye with those faults the world flings on ye,
And dearer than the whole world I ’ll esteem ye!
_Exit_ [_with_ ORIANA _and_ Attendants].

_Mir._ This is a thund’ring lord: I am glad I scap’d him.
How lovingly the wench disclaim’d my villany!
I am vex’d now heartily that he shall have her: 415
Not that I care to marry, or to lose her,
But that this bilbo-lord[3587] shall reap that maidenhead
That was my due; that he shall rig and top her:
I ’d give a thousand crowns now, he might miss her.

_Enter a_ Servant.

_Serv._ Nay, if I bear your blows, and keep your counsel, 420
You have good luck, sir: I teach ye to strike lighter.

_Mir._ Come hither, honest fellow: canst thou tell me
Where this great lord lies, this Savoy lord? Thou mett’st him;
He now went by thee, certain.

_Serv._ Yes, he did, sir;
I know him, and I know you are fool’d.

_Mir._ Come hither: 425
Here ’s all this, give me truth. [_Gives money._]

_Serv._ Not for your money,
(And yet that may do much) but I have been beaten,
And by the worshipful contrivers beaten, and I ’ll tell ye:
This is no lord, no Savoy lord.

_Mir._ Go forward.

_Serv._ This is a trick, and put upon you grossly 430
By one Lugier. The lord is Monsieur De Gard, sir,
An honest gentleman, and a neighbour here;
Their ends you understand better than I, sure.

_Mir._ Now I know him; know him now plain.

_Serv._ I have discharg’d my colours,[3588] so God b’y ye, sir! _Exit._

_Mir._ What a purblind puppy was I. Now I remember him; 436
All the whole cast on ’s face, though it were umber’d,[3589]
And mask’d with patches. What a dunderwhelp,[3590]
To let him domineer thus! How he strutted,
And what a load of lord he clapt upon him! 440
Would I had him here again! I would so bounce him,
I would so thank his lordship for his lewd[3591] plot!
Do they think to carry it away, with a great band made
of bird-pots,[3592]
And a pair of pin-buttock’d breeches?—Ha! ’t is he again;
He comes, he comes, he comes! have at him! 445
_Re-enter_ DE GARD, ORIANA, [_both disguised as before and_
Attendants.]
[MIRABEL _sings_.]

My Savoy lord, why dost thou frown on me?
And will that favour never sweeter be?
Wilt thou, I say, for ever play the fool?
De Gard, be wise, and, Savoy, go to school!
My lord De Gard, I thank you for your antic, 450
My lady bright, that will be sometimes frantic;
You worthy train, that wait upon this pair,
Send you more wit, and them[3593] a bouncing bair?[3594]

And so I take my humble leave of your honours! _Exit._

_De Gard._ We are discover’d; there ’s no remedy. 455
Lillia Bianca’s man, upon my life,
In stubbornness, because Lugier corrected him—
A shameless slave! Plague on him for a rascal!

_Ori._ I was in a perfect hope. The bane on ’t is now,
He will make mirth on mirth, to persecute us.

_De Gard._ We must be patient; I am vex’d to the proof too. 461
I ’ll try once more: then, if I fail, here ’s one speaks.
[_Puts his hand on his sword._]

_Ori._ Let me be lost and scorn’d first!

_De Gard._ Well, we ’ll consider.
Away, and let me shift; I shall be hooted else. _Exeunt._