Act III

SCENE I.—The Garden of the same House.

Enter De GARD and LUGIER.

De Ga. I know you are a scholar, and can do wonders.

Lug. There’s no great scholarship belongs to this, sir;
What I am, I am: I pity your poor sister,
And heartily I hate these travellers,
These gim-cracks, made of mops and motions:
There’s nothing in their houses here but hummings;
A bee has more brains. I grieve and vex too
The insolent licentious carriage
Of this out-facing fellow Mirabel;
And I am mad to see him prick his plumes up.

De Ga. His wrongs you partly know.

Lug. Do not you stir, sir;
Since he has begun with wit, let wit revenge it:
Keep your sword close; we’ll cut his throat a new way.
I am ashamed the gentlewoman should suffer
Such base, lewd wrongs.

De Ga. I will be ruled; he shall live,
And left to your revenge.

Lug. Ay, ay, I’ll fit him:
He makes a common scorn of handsome women;
Modesty and good manners are his may-games;
He takes up maidenheads with a new commission;
The church-warrant’s out of date. Follow my counsel,
For I am zealous in the cause.

De Ga. I will, sir,
And will be still directed; for the truth is,
My sword will make my sister seem more monstrous:
Besides, there is no honour won on reprobates.

Lug. You are i’ th’ right. The slight he has show’d my pupils
Sets me a-fire too. Go; I’ll prepare your sister,
And, as I told you—

De Ga. Yes; all shall be fit, sir.

Lug. And seriously and handsomely.

De Ga. I warrant you.

Lug. A little counsel more.

[Whispers.

De Ga. ’Tis well.

Lug. Most stately! See that observed; and then!

De Ga. I have you every way.

Lug. Away then, and be ready.

De Ga. With all speed, sir.

[Exit.

Lug. We’ll learn to travel too, may be, beyond him.

Enter LILLIA, ROSALURA, and ORIANA.

Lil. You have beautified us,
We thank you, sir; you have set us off most gallantly
With your grave precepts.