Mirabel swears she loves me, and this confirms it; then farewell gallantry, and welcome revenge! 'Tis my turn now to be upon the sublime; I'll take her off; I warrant her!
_Bis._ I hope, sir, you will pardon the modesty of----
_Dur._ Of what? of a dancing devil!--Do you love me, I say?
_Dur._ Ha! abused again! Death, woman, I'll----
_Dur._ Confirm it, then, by your obedience; stand there, and ogle me now, as if your heart, blood, and soul, were like to fly out at your eyes--First, the direct surprise. [_She looks full upon him._] Right; next, the _deux yeux par oblique_. [_She gives him the side Glance._] Right; now depart, and languish. [_She turns from him, and looks over her Shoulder._] Very well; now sigh. [_She sighs._] Now drop your fan on purpose. [_She drops her Fan._] Now take it up again. Come now, confess your faults; are not you a proud--say after me.
_Dur._ Zoons! Woman, don't provoke me; we are alone, and you don't know but the devil may tempt me to do you a mischief; ask my pardon immediately.
_Bis._ I do, sir; I only mistook the word.
_Dur._ Cry, then. Have you got e'er a handkerchief?
_Dur._ Cry, then, handsomely; cry like a queen in a tragedy. [_She pretending to cry, bursts out a laughing._
_Dur._ Hell broke loose upon me, and all the furies fluttered about my ears! Betrayed again?
_Bis._ That you are, upon my word, my dear Captain; ha! ha! ha!
_1 Lady._ What! is this the mighty man, with the bull-face, that comes to frighten ladies?
_Dur._ Ah, madam, I'm the best natured fellow in the world.
_Bis._ A man! we're mistaken; a man has manners: the awkward creature is some tinker's trull, in a periwig. Come, ladies, let us examine him. [_They lay hold on him._
_Bis._ I'll lay my life, some great dairy maid in man's clothes!
_Dur._ They will do't;--lookye, dear christian women! pray hear me.
_Bis._ Will you ever attempt a lady's honour again?
_Dur._ If you please to let me get away with my honour, I'll do any thing in the world.
_Bis._ Will you persuade your friend to marry mine?
_Dur._ Burn me if I do, if the coast be clear. [_Runs out._
_Bis._ Ha! ha! ha! The visit, ladies, was critical for our diversions: we'll go make an end of our tea. [_Exeunt._
_Y. Mir._ Your patience, sir. I tell you, I won't marry; and, though you send all the bishops in France to persuade me, I shall never believe their doctrine against their practice. You would compel me to that state, which I have heard you curse yourself, when my mother and you have battled it for a whole week together.