Mir. This is a thundering lord: I am glad I ’scaped him.
How lovingly the wench disclaim’d my villainy!
I am vex’d now heartily that he shall have her;
Not that I care to marry, or to lose her,
But that this bilbo-lord shall reap that maidenhead
That was my due; that he shall rig and top her!
I’d give a thousand crowns now, he might miss her.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Nay, if I bear your blows, and keep your counsel,
You have good luck, sir: I’ll teach you to strike lighter.

Mir. Come hither, honest fellow: Canst thou tell me
Where this great lord lies? this Savoy lord? Thou
met’st him;
He now went by thee, certain.

Serv. Yes, he did, sir;
I know him, and I know you are fool’d.

Mir. Come hither;

[Gives money.

Serv. Not for your money
(And yet that may do much), but I have been beaten,
And by the worshipful contrivers beaten, and I’ll tell you.
This is no lord, no Savoy lord.

Mir. Go forward.

Serv. This is a trick, and put upon you grossly
By one Lugier: The lord is monsieur De Gard, sir,
An honest gentleman, and a neighbour here:
Their ends you understand better than I, sure.

Mir. Now I know him;
Know him now plain!

Serv. I have discharged my choler; so God be wi’ you, sir!

[Exit.

Mir. What a purblind puppy was I! Now I remember him;
All the whole cast on’s face, though it were umber’d,
And mask’d with patches. What a dunder-whelp,
To let him domineer thus! How he strutted,
And what a load of lord he clapt upon him!
’Would I had him here again! I would so bounce him,
I would so thank his lordship for his lewd plot—
Do they think to carry it away, with a great band made of bird-pots,
And a pair of pin-buttock’d breeches?—Ha!

Enter De GARD, ORIANA, and Attendants.

[Sings.

[Exit.

De Ga. We are discover’d, there’s no remedy.
Lillia Bianca’s man, upon my life.
In stubbornness, because Lugier corrected him—
A shameless slave! plague on him for a rascal!