_Bis._ [_Aside._] A wild, foppish, extravagant, rake-hell!
_Y. Mir._ [_Aside._] A light, whimsical, impertinent, madcap!
_Bis._ A fellow, that has nothing left to re-establish him for a human creature, but a prudent resolution to hang himself!
_Y. Mir._ There is a way, madam, to force me to that resolution.
_Bis._ Lookye, sir, don't think your ill manners to me, shall excuse your ill usage of my friend; nor, by fixing a quarrel here, to divert my zeal for the absent; for I'm resolved, nay, I come prepared, to make you a panegyric, that shall mortify your pride, like any modern dedication.
_Y. Mir._ And I, madam, like a true modern patron, shall hardly give you thanks for your trouble.
_Bis._ Come, sir, to let you see what little foundation you have for your dear sufficiency, I'll take you to pieces.
_Bis._ Your heart, to be sure; because I should get presently rid on't: your courage I would give to a Hector, your wit to a lewd playmaker, your honour to an attorney, your body to the physicians, and your soul to its master.
_Y. Mir._ I had the oddest dream last night of the Duchess of Burgundy; methought the furbelows of her gown were pinned up so high behind, that I could not see her head for her tail.
_Bis._ The creature don't mind me! do you think, sir, that your humorous impertinence can divert me? No, sir, I'm above any pleasure that you can give, but that of seeing you miserable. And mark me, sir, my friend, my injured friend, shall yet be doubly happy, and you shall be a husband, as much as the rites of marriage, and the breach of them, can make you.
[_Here_ MIRABEL _pulls out a Virgil, and reads to himself, while she speaks_.
_Mir._ [Reading.] _At Regina dolos, (quis fallere possit amantem?)_ _Dissimulare etiam sperásti, perfide tantum_--
By your favour, friend Virgil, 'twas but a rascally trick of your hero, to forsake poor pug so inhumanly.
_Bis._ I don't know what to say to him. The devil----what's Virgil to us, sir?
_Mir._ Very much, madam; the most apropos in the world--for, what should I chop upon, but the very place where the perjured rogue of a lover, and the forsaken lady, are battling it tooth and nail! Come, madam, spend your spirits no longer; we'll take an easier method: I'll be Æneas now, and you shall be Dido, and we'll rail by book. Now for you, Madam Dido: