SCENE I.A Street.
Enter Mirabel, Pinac, and Belleur.
Mir. Neer tell me of this happiness; tis nothing;
The state they bring with being sought-to, scurvy!
rather make mine own play, and I will do.
My happiness is in mine own content,
And the despising of
such glorious trifles,
As I have done a thousand more. For my humour,
Give me a good free fellow, that
sticks to me,
A jovial fair companion; theres a beauty!
For women, I can have too many of them;
women too, as the age reckons em,
More than I have employment for.
Pinac. Youre happy.
Mir. My only fear is that I must be forced,
Against my nature, to conceal myself:
Health and an able body
are two jewels.
Pinac. If either of these two women were offerd to me now,
I would think otherwise, and do accordingly;
and recant my heresies, I would, sir,
And be more tender of opinion,
And put a little of my travelld liberty
of the way, and look upon em seriously.
Methinks, this grave-carried wench
Bel. Methinks, the other,
The home-spoken gentlewoman, that desires to be fruitful,
That treats of the full
manage of the matter
(For there lies all my aim), that wench, methinks,
If I were but well set on, for she
If I were but hounded right, and one to teach me:
She speaks to th matter, and comes home
to th point!
Now do I know I have such a body to please her,
As all the kingdom cannot fit her with, I am
If I could but talk myself into her favour.
Mir. Thats easily done.
Bel. Thats easily said; would twere done!
You should see then how I would lay about me.
If I were virtuous,
it would never grieve me,
Or anything that might justify my modesty;
But when my nature is prone to do a
And my calfs tongue will not help me
Mir. Will you go to em?
They cannot but take it courteously.
Pinac. Ill do my part,
Though I am sure twill be the hardest I eer playd yet;
A way I never tried too,
which will stagger me;
And, if it do not shame me, I am happy.
Mir. Win em, and wear em; I give up my interest.
Pinac. What say you, monsieur Belleur?
Bel. Would I could say,
Or sing, or anything that were but handsome!
I would be with her presently!
Pinac. Yours is no venture;
A merry, ready wench.
Bel. A vengeance squibber!
Shell fleer me out of faith too.
Mir. Ill be near thee;
Pluck up thy heart; Ill second thee at all brunts.
Be angry, if she abuse thee, and
beat her a little;
Some women are won that way.
Bel. Pray be quiet.
And let me think: I am resolved to go on;
But how I shall get off again
Mir. I am persuaded
Thou wilt so please her, shell go near to ravish thee.
Bel. I would twere come to that once! Let me pray a little.