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Scæna Secunda.
Enter Manduco, with Signior Becabunga, knock at the door, &c.Man.
Ho—who is within there?
Enter Boy.
Boy.
Your servant Gentlemen.
Man.
Is the Lady Marionetta within?
Boy.
Yes Sir, Pray what are you, who demands?
Man.
Why, here is Signior Becabunga newly come to town—
But heark you, is she occupyed?
Boy.
How Sir.
Man.
Profane Fellow—I mean, is she not busie—that is to
say, at leasure?
Boy.
O, yes—please you walk in.
Man.
Yes—yes—heus—ingrediamur.
Exeunt.
Enter again at the other end, chairs set.
Boy.
Please you to walk here a little, while I go call the
Ladies
Exit.
Man.
Remember now, when you are in private to propone
matrimony with a great deal of ceremony, and for your complements,
you may call her the Lady that triumphs in the Coach-box
of your affections, a bewitching Syren, a beautifull Thais, and so
forth, as occasion offers. Praise her hair, her eyes, her ears, her
breasts, &c. There is abundance of choice epithetes to be had, you
may say her face is like a Print-book of divers characters, that puzles
the reader, her nose like the style of a Dyal, her eyes like Stars, her
hair like Gold, her teeth like Ivory, her veins like silk, and her breasts
like milk, and so forth, as I said before:—you'l remember on
this now.
Bec.
Yes, yes, I warrand you, I shall remember—let me see
now, her breasts, her shoulders, her toes, her fingers, her nayls
and her nose—But hark you, must I say nothing of her
cloaths?
How come you to say that now?
Bec.
Why? her nose makes me remember on it.
Man.
—So—so—come, fall upon the
Ladyes—go—I say.
Enter Chrysolina, Marionetta, Bec. Salutes. &c
Bec.
Ladyes, I am indeed glad to see you now.
Man.
Ladyes, I am your devotionated devotionary.
Mar.
You are welcome to Town Sir.
Bec.
Protest, Ladyes, I am your humble servant.
Man.
As before, nam cœlum non animum mutat.
Man. prompts him behind his back
Bec.
As before, nam cœlos non animus mutat.
Man. prompts him behind his back
Man.
You are wrong—Say—I did long vehemently to see you
—as one in child-bed.
Bec.
I did long vehemently to see you in child-bed.
Man.
A meer brutum animall!
Man. retires in a rage
Bec.
What's the matter, Sir, did not I say
very well now.
Becabunga followes him
Man.
No—it was altogether sinistruous, I have effodiate
the treasure of my brain in educating you,—and yet for all that
you are a meer ignoramus.
Bec.
O—I will do well enough yet—Pray, tell me what I
should say, for the Ladyes are waitting upon me.
Man.
No—I will complement them my self—speak not you
—ne vel unum gru.
Ladyes, This gentelman is newly arrived at Florence the desuetude
of amorous conversation, with the assuetude of rurall excercises
have so, as I may say, confounded his intellectuals, that if he hesitate
in the pronunciation, he hopes you will meerly attribute it to
his campestriall, trimestriall perigrination.
Chrys.
We not only excuse you, Sir, but likewise account our
selves honoured by your visit—Pray sit down Sir.
Man.
Yes, yes, without ceremony.
Bec. sits down by Mar Man sits betwixt the Ladyes.
Bec.
Why—I think, you are silent, Madam.
Mar.
I love not to prate Sir.
Bec.
Nor I either.
Man.
Nay so long as he was under my ferula; I did labour to
coerce in him that loquacious verbosity, or rather ve bosious loquacity,
is contaminate, for I hate garrulity, as I am facundious,
I do.
Bec.
I vow, Madam, you are very bony, since I
see you last—O, I have had rare pastime in the
Man. takes a pype of tobacco.
country this harvest, brave hunting, and hawking of hares; and
but the last day comming in to the Town, I tooke a couple of them
by the way. O, Madam, you will not beleeve what brave sport
wee have now. I wonder why you have stay'd in city all this
while?
Mar.
What should we have done in the country, Sir, hunted,
and hawked as you doe?
Man.
I hope this does not offend you, Madam.
Chrys.
Not
at all, Sir.
Man.
I should be loath to offend any
man, but I am without ceremony.
Smoakes in Chrys. face Smoakes in Mar. face.
Mar.
Ose your own liberty, Sir.
Man.
Nay, I do it to draw down reuthm from my brain, with
which my lungs are much infested: for, d'you see, 'tis a very salutiferous
herbe: it disposes the minde for study, and moves in severall
places; I will show you what by it's help I made last night;
marry a sonnet upon a Lady, whose beauty had almost tempted me
to affect her.—She walk'd
sings
. Nay; hold, I have a good
voice for writing, but not for reading. I will read then.
And such a catching eye.
That, had her Masque not hid her face
Then—certainly—
In some degree,
I had become a lover certainly.
Both blind, and dumb,
For Cupids thundring dart
Had peirc'd my heart.
It had—by my facunditie.
Assoon as she drew nigh
I turn'd my back to her, and lo
She glyded by.
Immediatly.
Then I began to ruminate, and say,
What is wo—man?
Even no—man.
Why then should wee love her,
Seing we are above her,
And she, at best, mans hacqueney?
—But heark you, Madam, I beleeve 'tis now time wee should
leave them to their private confabulation.
Chrys.
Yes Sir, with all my heart.
Man.
One word then with this Gentelman, and I am gone—
Heus, be attentious and circumspectious in your behaviour, remember
on those elegantes phrases I taught you when you came in: so
I will retire, and leave you for a space.
Exit with Chrys.
Bec.
Now wee are all alone, Madam, I hope you know my errand.
Mar.
Not well Sir.
Bec.
I am sure, my Father said he caused the Lady Saromanca.
speak to you, or else I am deceived.
Mar.
But you had best speak to my Uncle, Sir; I am at his disposall.
Bec.
You are very modest.
Offers to kisse, she refuses.
Mar.
And I hope that is a vertue in a maid, Sir.
Bec.
As I am a virgin, it is; I love you all the better for it:
and I'le assure you so long as you are modest, you can never be impudent.
Madam, Signior Pantaloni is below, shall I tell him you are
within?
Mar.
Yes, yes, by all means, you must not deny us to such a
Gentleman of quality as he is.
Bec.
Signior Pantaloni, say you, my old comrade, I would be
very glad to see him.
He is in suite of my Sister, a Gentelman of a great estate,
I am much for the match; I'le go cause my Sister come hither.
At the other end enter Signior Pantaloni, Bec. salutes him.
Bec.
Signior Pantaloni!
Pant.
Signior Becabunga—welcome to Town in good faith.—
Yow are very gallant.
Surveyes Bec. cloaths.
Bec.
—It is my winter suite, Sir, it cost my Father a good
deal of money, more then the price of ten bolls of wheat, or barley,
I warrand you.
Pant.
I am sure, you have had brave sport in the country all
this while.
Bec.
O yes; you know my dog Springo?
Pant.
Yes, and Gasto, graybitcho, brounboundo, and all the tribe
of them: I knew them all since they were puppets, and your
self too.
Bec.
Why, I will let him loose with any his match in
Tuscany.
Pant.
O what a fool was I, might not I have been with you
all this while, if it had not been for this baggagely Mistris of mine,
Madam Chrysolina, call you her, whom my Mother will have me
to woo whether I will or not, I may say; I had been in the country
all this harvest.—But, what shall I tell you, have not I learn'd
since I see you to dance forsooth—that's a coupee—
that's a circumflex pas: that's a transverse pas &c.
frisks about
Bec.
O brave Pantaloni!
Enter Manduco leading the Ladyes.
Pant.
I, but I can fence too—zeest—zeest—zeest
Thrusts at Bec.
Pant.
Ladyes, I hope I have not com'd in into you
Discover the Ladyes.
as I may say intrusiously, or intrusively.
Chrys.
Not at all Sir, you are very welcome, pray how does your
Lady mother, and your Sisters?
Pant.
All in good health, Madam, at your service—Signior
Manduco, you are welcome to Town.
Man.
Signior Pantaloni, I am yours integrally, and quasi exulto
in the prosperity of this our congression.
Madam, the two Gentelmen you call Casio and Leonardo desire
to see you.
Go tell them we are not within.
Chrys.
Tell them we are not at leasure, Sirrah.
Exit Boy.
Man.
What are they?
Pant.
Ranting, young blades, like the times, I warrand you,
two fellows, that have frequented all your Stage-playes in Italy,
and I heard our Chaplain say; and my Sister too (which is more)
that Playes were very unlawfull and impious.—
Man.
Playes are indeed profane, scelerate, abominable, yea,
abominably abominable—which I will maintain multis argumentis.
Pant.
Besides, they are great mockers of such Gentlemen as
us, who are better then themselves.
Man.
Are they of the Dukes party?
Pant.
Yes, I warrand you.
Man.
Hoc satis est—odi totam gentem: Ladies, you do well
not to converse with them—but no more of them: Ladies, what
would you think of a perambulation in this calid, æstivous season?
Chrys.
But whether shall we walk, Sir?
Pant.
Any where, Madam, I shall wait upon you.
Bec.
And, I shall stick close to my Lady, forsooth.
Mar.
Wee'l have a coach then.
Bec.
By all means—call a Coach.
within, Coach, &c.
Man.
Let us then passe the Pomeridian hours in obambulation:
for I am defatigate with session.
Exeunt omnes.
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