De Ga. The debt-book of your mistresses; I remember it.
Mir. Why, this was it that angerd her; she was stark mad
She found not her name here; and cried down-
Because I would not pity her immediately,
And put her in my list.
De Ga. Sure she had more modesty.
Mir. Their modesty is anger to be over-done;
Theyll quarrel sooner for precedence here,
And take it in
more dudgeon to be slighted,
Than they will in public meetings; tis their natures:
And, alas, I have so
many to dispatch yet,
And to provide myself for my affairs too,
That, in good faith
De Ga. Be not too glorious foolish;
Sum not your travels up with vanities;
It ill becomes your expectation!
your speech, sir! Whether your loose story
Be true or false (for you are so free, I fear it)
Name not my
sister int, I must not hear it;
Upon your danger, name her not! I hold her
A gentlewoman of those happy
parts and carriage,
A good mans tongue may be right proud to speak her.
Mir. Your sister, sir? do ye blench at that? do ye cavil?
Do ye hold her such a piece she may not be
I have had an hundred handsomer and nobler,
Have sued to me too, for such a courtesy;
sister comes i th rear. Since ye are so angry,
And hold your sister such a strong Recusant,
I tell ye, I
may do it; and, it may be, will too;
It may be, have too; theres my free confession:
Work upon that now!
De Ga. If I thought ye had, I would work,
And work such stubborn work should make your heart ache!
I believe ye, as I ever knew ye,
A glorious talker, and a legend-maker
Of idle tales, and trifles; a depraver
your own truth: their honours fly about ye!
And so I take my leave; but with this caution,
Your sword be
surer than your tongue; youll smart else.
Mir. I laugh at thee, so little I respect thee!
And Ill talk louder, and despise thy sister;
Set up a chamber-
maid that shall out-shine her,
And carry her in my coach too, and that will kill her.
Go, get thy rents up,
De Ga. You are a fine gentleman!
Mir. Now, have at my two youths! Ill see how they do;
How they behave themselves; and then Ill study
wench shall love me next, and when Ill lose her.
SCENE II.A Hall in La Castres House.
Enter Pinac and a Servant.
Pinac. Art thou her servant, sayst thou?
Serv. Her poor creature;
But servant to her horse, sir.
Pinac. Canst thou show me
The way to her chamber, or where I may conveniently
See her, or come to
talk to her?
Serv. That I can, sir;
But the question is, whether I will or no.
Pinac. Why, Ill content thee.
Serv. Why, Ill content thee then; now you come to me.