SCENE II.

_Enter_ Mirabel, Nantolet, _and_ La-Castre.

_La-Cast._ Will ye be wilful then?

_Mir._ 'Pray, Sir, your pardon, For I must Travel: lie lazy here, Bound to a Wife? Chain'd to her subtleties, Her humours, and her wills, which are meer Fetters; To have her to day pleas'd, to morrow peevish, The third day mad, the fourth rebellious? You see, before they are married, what Moriscoes, What Masques, and Mummeries they put upon us, To be ty'd here, and suffer their Lavalto's?

_Nan._ 'Tis your own seeking.

_Mir._ Yes, to get my freedom; Were they as I could wish 'em.

_La-Cast._ Fools, and Meacocks, To endure what you think fit to put upon 'em: Come, change your mind.

_Mir._ Not before I have chang'd Air, Father. When I know Women worthy of my company, I will return again and wait upon 'em; Till then (dear Sir) I'le amble all the world over, And run all hazards, misery, and poverty,

_Enter_ Pinac, _and_ Belleur.

So I escape the dangerous Bay of Matrimony.

_Pin._ Are ye resolv'd?

_Mir._ Yes certain; I will out again.

_Pin._ We are for ye, 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're a Land That ye 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 Mistris, Treason.

_La-Cast._ Are you for Travel too?

_Bel._ For any thing; For living in the Moon, and stopping hedges, E're I stay here to be abus'd, and baffl'd.

_Nan._ Why did ye 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 tryal more; and let me second ye.

_Bel._ No I'le make Hob-nails first, and mend old Kettles: Can ye lend me an Armour of high proof, to appear in, And two or three Field-pieces to defend me? The Kings Guard are meer Pigmeys.

_Nant._ They will not eat ye.

_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.

_Pin._ Yes, Sir, we know that honesty.

_Bel._ I'le come i'th' Rear, forty foot off, I'le assure ye, With a good Gun in my hand; I'le no more Amazons, I mean, no more of their frights; I'le make my three legs Kiss my hand twice; and if I smell no danger; If the enterview be clear, may be I'le speak to her; I'le wear a privy coat too; and behind me, To make those parts secure, a Bandog.

_la-Cast._ You are a merry Gentleman.

_Bel._ A wary Gentleman; I do assure ye, I have been warn'd, and must be arm'd.

_la-Cast._ Well, Son, These are your hasty thoughts, when I see you are bent to it, Then I'le believe, and joyn with ye; So we'll leave ye: There's a Trick will make ye stay.

_Nant._ I hope so. [_Exeunt._

_Mir._ We have won immortal Fame now, if we leave 'em.

_Pin._ You have, but we have lost.

_Mir._ _Pinac_, thou art cozen'd; I know they love ye; and to gain ye handsomly, Not to be thought to yield, they would give millions; Their Fathers willingness, that must needs shew ye.

_Pin._ If I thought so.

_Mir._ Ye shall be hang'd, ye Recreant, Would ye turn Renegado now?

_Bel._ No let's away, Boys, Out of the Air, and tumult of their Villanies; Though I were married to that Grashopper, And had her fast by th' legs I should think she would cozen me.

_Enter a young Factor._

_Fac._ Monsieur _Mirabel_, I take it?

_Mir._ Y'are i'th' right, Sir.

_Fac._ I am come to seek ye, Sir; I have been at your Fathers, And understanding you were here.

_Mir._ Ye are welcom: May I crave your name?

_Fac._ _Foss_, Sir, and your servant; That you may know me better; I am Factor To your old Merchant, _Leverdure_.

_Mir._ How do's he?

_Fac._ Well, Sir, I hope: he is now at _Orleance_, About some business.

_Mir._ You are once more welcom, Your Master's a right honest man; and one I am much beholding to, and must very shortly Trouble his love again.

_Fac._ You may be bold, Sir.

_Mir._ Your business if you please now?

_Fac._ This it is, Sir, I know ye well remember in your travel A _Genoa_ Merchant.

_Mir._ I remember many.

_Fac._ But this man, Sir, particular[l]y; your own benefit Must needs imprint him in ye: one _Alberto_; A Gentleman you sav'd from being Murther'd A little from _Bollonia_, I was then my self in _Italie_, and suppli'd ye, Though haply, you have forgot me now.

_Mir._ No, I remember ye, And that _Alberto_ too: a noble Gentleman: More to remember, were to thank my self, Sir. What of that Gentleman?

_Fac._ He is dead.

_Mir._ I am sorry.

_Fac._ But on his death-bed, leaving to his Sister All that he had, beside some certain Jewels, Which with a Ceremony, he bequeath'd to you, In gratefull memory: he commanded strictly His Sister, as she lov'd him and his peace, To see those Jewels safe, and true deliver'd; And with them, his last love. She, as tender To observe his will, not trusting friend, nor servant, With such a weight, is come her self to _Paris_, And at my Masters house.

_Mir._ You tell me a wonder.

_Fac._ I tell ye a truth, Sir: She is young, and handsom, And well attended: of much State, and Riches; So loving, and obedient to her Brother; That on my conscience, if he had given her also, She would most willingly have made her tender.

_Mir._ May not I see her?

_Fac._ She desires it heartily.

_Mir._ And presently?

_Fac._ She is now about some business, Passing accompts of some few debts here owing, And buying Jewels of a Merchant.

_Mir._ Is she wealthie?

_Fac._ I would ye had her, Sir, at all adventure, Her Brother had a main State.

_Mir._ And fair too?

_Fac._ The prime of all those parts of _Italie_, For beautie, and for Courtesie.

_Mir._ I must needs see her.

_Fac._ 'Tis all her business, Sir. Ye may now see her, But to morrow will be fitter for your visitation; For she is not yet prepared.

_Mir._ Only her sight, Sir; And when you shall think fit for further visit.

_Fac._ Sir, ye may see her; and I'le wait your coming.

_Mir._ And I'le be with ye instantly. I know the house, Mean time, my love, and thanks, Sir.

_Fac._ Your poor Servant. [_Exit._

_Pin._ Thou hast the strangest Luck: what was that [Alberto]?

_Mir._ An honest noble Merchant, 'twas my chance To rescue from some rogues had almost slain him; And he in kindness to remember this.

_Bel._ Now we shall have you, For all your protestations, and your forwardness, Find out strange fortunes in this Ladies eyes, And new enticements to put off your journey; And who shall have honour then?

_Mir._ No, no, never fear it: I must needs see her, to receive my Legacy.

_Bel._ If it be ty'd up in her smock, heaven help thee: May not we see too?

_Mir._ Yes, afore we go: I must be known my self e're I be able To make thee welcom: wouldst thou see more women? I thought you had been out of love with all.

_Bel._ I may be, I find that, with the least encouragement: Yet I desire to see whether all Countries Are naturally possess'd with the same spirits; For if they be, I'le take a Monastery, And never travel; for I had rather be a Frier, And live mew'd up, than be a fool, and flouted.

_Mir._ Well, well, I'le meet ye anon; then tell you more, boys; How e'er stand prepar'd, prest for our journey; For certain, we shall go, I think, when I have seen her, And view'd her well.

_Pin._ Go, go, and we'll wait for ye; Your fortune directs ours.

_Bel._ You shall find us i'th' Tavern, Lamenting in Sack and Sugar for our losses; If she be right _Italian_, and want servants, You may prefer the properest man. How I could worry a woman now!

_Pin._ Come, come, leave prating; Ye may have enough to do, without this boasting.

[_Exeunt._