Mir. Welcome to Paris, once more, gentlemen!
We have had a merry and a lusty ordinary,
And wine, and
good meat, and a bouncing reckoning!
And let it go for once; tis a good physic:
Only the wenches are not
for my diet;
They are too lean and thin, their embraces brawn-fallen.
Give me the plump Venetian, fat,
and lusty,
That meets me soft and supple; smiles upon me,
As if a cup of full wine leapd to kiss me;
These
slight things I affect not.
Pinac. They are ill-built;
Pin-buttockd, like your dainty Barbaries,
And weak i th pasterns; theyll endure
no hardness.
Mir. Theres nothing good or handsome bred amongst us:
Till we are travelld, and live abroad, we are
coxcombs.
You talk of France; a slight unseasond country,
Abundance of gross food, which makes us
blockheads!
We are fair set out indeed, and so are fore-horses:
Men say, we are great courtiers; men
abuse us!
We are wise, and valiant too; non credo, signor!
Our women the best linguists; they are parrots;
O
this side the Alps theyre nothing but mere drolleries.
Ha! Roma la Santa, Italy for my money!
Their policies,
their customs, their frugalities,
Their courtesies so open, yet so reserved too,
As, when you think you are
known best, youre a stranger;
Their very pick-teeth speak more man than we do,
And season of more
salt!
Pinac. Tis a brave country;
Not pesterd with your stubborn precise puppies,
That turn all useful and
allowd contentments
To scabs and scruples: Hang em, capon-worshippers!
Bel. I like that freedom well, and like their women too,
And would fain do as others do; but Im so bashful,
So
naturally an assLook ye, I can look upon em,
And very willingly I go to see em,
(Theres no man willinger)
and I can kiss em,
And make a shift
Mir. But if they chance to flout you,
Or say, You are too bold! fy, sir, remember!
I pray, sit further off
Bel. Tis trueI am humbled,
I am gone; I confess ingenuously, I am silenced;
The spirit of amber cannot
force me answer.
Pinac. Then would I sing and dance
Bel. You have wherewithal, sir.
Pinac. And charge her up again.
Bel. I can be hangd first;
Yet, where I fasten well, I am a tyrant.
Mir. Why, thou darst fight?
Bel. Yes, certainly I dare fight,
And fight with any man at any weapon;
Would the other were no more!
but a pox ont!
When I am sometimes in my height of hope,
And reasonable valiant that way, my heart
hardend,
Some scornful jest or other chops between me
And my desire: What would you have me to do
then, gentlemen?
Mir. Belleur, you must be bolder: Travel three years,
And bring home such a baby to betray you
As bashfulness?
a great fellow, and a soldier?
Bel. You have the gift of impudence; be thankful;
Every man has not the like talent. I will study,
And if it
may be reveald to me
Mir. Learn of me,
And of Pinac: No doubt, youll find employment;
Ladies will look for courtship.
Pinac. Tis but fleshing,
But standing one good brunt or two. Hast thou any mind to marriage?
Well provide
thee some soft-naturd wench, thats dumb too.