Mir. Not before I have changed air, father.
When I know women worthy of my company,
I will return again and wait upon ’em;
Till then, dear sir, I’ll amble all the world over,
And run all hazards, misery, and poverty,
So I escape the dangerous bay of matrimony!

Enter Belleur and Pinac.

Pinac. Are you resolved?

Mir. Yes, certain; I will out again.

Pinac. We are for you, sir; we are your servants once more:
Once more we’ll seek our fortune in strange countries:
Ours is too scornful for us.

Bel. Is there ne’er a land
That you have read, or heard of (for I care not how far it be,
Nor under what pestiferous star it lies),
A happy kingdom, where there are no women?
Nor have been ever? nor no mention
Of any such lewd things, with lewder qualities?
For thither would I travel; where ’tis felony
To confess he had a mother; a mistress, treason.

La Ca. Are you for travel too?

Bel. For anything,
For living in the moon, and stopping hedges,
Ere I stay here to be abused, and baffled.

Nant. Why did you not break your minds to me? they are my daughters;
And sure I think I should have that command over ’em,
To see ’em well bestow’d. I know ye are gentlemen,
Men of fair parts and states; I know your parents;
And had ye told me of your fair affections—
Make but one trial more, and let me second ye.

Bel. No; I’ll make hob-nails first, and mend old kettles!
Can you lend me an armour of high proof, to appear in,
And two or three field-pieces to defend me?
The king’s guard are mere pigmies.

Nant. They’ll not eat you.

Bel. Yes, and you too, and twenty fatter monsieurs,
If their high stomachs hold: They came with chopping- knives,
To cut me into rands and sirloins, and so powder me.—
Come, shall we go?

Nant. You cannot be so discourteous,
If ye intend to go, as not to visit ’em,
And take your leaves.

Mir. That we dare do, and civilly,
And thank ’em too.

Pinac. Yes, sir, we know that honesty.

Bel. I’ll come i’ th’ rear, forty foot off, I’ll assure you,
With a good gun in my hand; I’ll no more Amazons,
I mean no more of their frights: I’ll make my three legs,
Kiss my hand twice, and if I smell no danger,
If the interview be clear, may be I’ll speak to her;
I’ll wear a privy coat too, and behind me,
To make those parts secure, a bandog.

La Ca. You are a merry gentleman.

Bel. A wary gentleman, I do assure you;
I have been warn’d, and must be arm’d.

La Ca. Well, son,
These are your hasty thoughts; when I see you are bent to it,
Then I’ll believe, and join with you; so we’ll leave ye.
There is a trick will make ye stay.


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