Ros. We expected husbands
Out of your documents 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
A torrent of trim suitors; all we did,
Or said, or purposed, to be spells about us,
Spells to provoke.
Lil. You have provoked us finely!
We followd your directions, we did rarely,
We were stately, coy, demure,
careless, light, giddy,
And playd at all points: This, you swore, would carry.
Ros. We made love, and contemnd love; now seemd holy,
With such a reverend put-on reservation
could not miss, according to your principles;
Now gave more hope again; now close, now public,
and down we beat it like a billow;
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
all my learning, if I love a dunce,
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,
have studied gowns and dressings.
Lug. Ye are not mad, sure!
Ros. We shall be, if we follow your encouragements:
Ill 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,
And you shall see how Ill convert this
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
Or to a Jack of Straw, than such a juggler.
Ros. I am of that mind too; he is too nimble,
And plays at fast and loose too learnedly,
For a plain-meaning
woman; thats the truth ont.
Heres one too, that we love well, would be angry;
[Pointing to Oriana.
And reason why. No, no, we will not trouble you
Nor him at this time: May he make you happy!
ourselves loose now, to our fair fortunes;
And the down-right way
Lil. The winning way well follow;
Well bait that men may bite fair, and not be frighted;
Yet well not be
carried so cheap neither; well have some sport,
Some mad-morris or other for our money, tutor.
Lug. Tis like enough: Prosper your own devices!
Ye are old enough to chuse: But, for this gentlewoman,
please her give me leave
Ori. I shall be glad, sir,
To find a friend whose pity may direct me.
Lug. Ill do my best, and faithfully deal for ye;
But then ye must be ruled.
Ori. In all, I vow to you.
Ros. Do, do: He has a lucky hand sometimes, Ill assure you;
And hunts the recovery of a lost lover deadly.
Lug. You must away straight.
Lug. And Ill instruct you:
Here you can know no more.