Lil. Indeed you are mistaken;
It will be very merry.
Ros. Why, sir, do you think
There are no more men living, nor no handsomer,
Than he, or you? By this
light, there be ten thousand,
Ten thousand thousand! Comfort yourself, dear monsieur!
Faces, and bodies,
wits, and all abiliments:
There are so many we regard em not.
Mir. That such a noble ladyI could burst now!
So far above such trifles
Enter BELLEUR, and two Gentlemen.
Bel. You did laugh at me;
And I know why ye laughd! 1 Gent. I pray ye be satisfied
If we did laugh, we
had some private reason,
And not at you. 2 Gent. Alas, we know you not, sir.
Bel. Ill make you know me! Set your faces soberly;
Stand this way, and look sad; Ill be no may-game!
Sadder,
demurer yet!
Ros. What is the matter?
What ails this gentleman?
Bel. Go off now backward, that I may behold ye;
And not a simper, on your lives!
[Exeunt Gentlemen.
Lil. Hes mad, sure.
Bel. Do you observe me too?
Mir. I may look on you.
Bel. Why do you grin? I know your mind.
Mir. You do not.
You are strangely humorous: Is there no mirth nor pleasure
But you must be the object?
Bel. Mark, and observe me: Wherever I am named,
The very word shall raise a general sadness,
For the
disgrace this scurvy woman did me,
This proud pert thing! Take heed you laugh not at me:
Provoke me
not; take heed!
Ros. I would fain please you;
Do anything to keep you quiet.
Bel. Hear me:
Till I receive a satisfaction
Equal to the disgrace and scorn you gave me,
You are a wretched
woman; till thou woost me,
And I scorn thee as much, as seriously
Jeer and abuse thee; ask, what Gill
thou art,
Or any baser name; I will proclaim thee,
I will so sing thy virtue, so be-paint thee
Ros. Nay, good sir, be more modest.
Bel. Do you laugh again?
Because you are a woman, you are lawless,
And out of compass of an honest
anger.
Ros. Good sir, have a better belief of me.
Lil. Away, dear sister.
[Exeunt Rosalura and Lillia.
Mir. Is not this better now, this seeming madness,
Than falling out with your friends?
Bel. Have I not frighted her?