Mir. Now for thine honour, Pinac! Board me this modesty,
Warm but this frozen snow-ball, twill be a
(Although I know thou art a fortunate wencher,
And hast done rarely in thy days) above all thy
Bel. You will be ever near?
Mir. At all necessities;
And take thee off, and set thee on again, boy,
And cherish thee, and stroke thee.
Bel. Help me out too;
For I know I shall stick i th mire. If ye see us close once,
Be gone, and leave me
to my fortune, suddenly,
For I am then determined to do wonders.
Farewell, and fling an old shoe. How
my heart throbs!
Would I were drunk! Farewell, Pinac! Heaven send us
A joyful and a merry meeting,
And cheer thy heart up! and remember, Belleur,
They are but women.
Bel. I had rather they were lions.
Mir. About it; Ill be with you instantly.
[Exeunt Belleur and Pinac.
Shall I neer be at rest? no peace of conscience?
No quiet for these creatures? am I ordaind
To be devourd
quick by these she-cannibals?
Heres another they call handsome; I care not for her,
I neer look after
her: When I am half tippled,
It may be I should turn her, and peruse her;
Or, in my want of women, I might
call for her;
But to be haunted when I have no fancy,
No maw to th matterNow! why do you follow me?
Ori. I hope, sir, tis no blemish to my virtue:
Nor need you, out of scruple, ask that question,
If you remember
you, before you travel,
The contract you tied to me: Tis my love, sir,
That makes me seek you, to confirm
And that being fair and good, I cannot suffer.
I come to give you thanks too.
Mir. For what, prythee?
Ori. For that fair piece of honesty you showd, sir,
That constant nobleness.
Mir. How? for I am short-headed.
Ori. Ill tell ye then; for refusing that free offer
Of monsieur Nantolets, those handsome beauties,
two prime ladies, that might well have prest ye
If not to have broken, yet to have bowd your promise.
know it was for my sake, for your faith sake,
You slipt em off; your honesty compelld ye;
And let me tell
ye, sir, it showd most handsomely.
Mir. And let me tell thee, there was no such matter;
Nothing intended that way, of that nature:
more to do with my honesty than to fool it,
Or venture it in such leak barks as women.
I put em off because
I loved em not,
Because they are too queasy for my temper,
And not for thy sake, nor the contract sake,
vows nor oaths; I have made a thousand of em;
They are things indifferent, whether kept or broken;
venial slips, that grows not near the conscience;
Nothing concerns those tender parts; they are trifles:
as I think, there was never man yet hoped for
Either constancy or secrecy from a woman,
Unless it were
an ass ordaind for sufferance;
Nor to contract with such can be a tial!
So let them know again; for tis a
And a main point of civil policy,
Whateer we say or swear, they being reprobates,
Out of the state
of faith, we are clear of all sides,
And tis a curious blindness to believe us.
Ori. You do not mean this, sure?