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Scæna Secunda.
Enter Pantaloni, Becabunga, with Chrysolina, Marionetta.Pan.
Tush, these are all but stories, Madam, I was but jesting
with them when I did it.
Mar.
Sir, I will hear no excuse.
Bec.
I vow 'tis true, Madam.
Pant.
Nay, but harke you, Madam Chrysolina, if you come to
that with it, I can make you love me yet, whether you will or no.
Mar.
Will you, Sir?
Chrys.
Pray, how do you that, Sir?
Pant.
Why, thus I instruct it, Madam; I can show you several
Letters under your own hand and seal, day and date, &c.
that you are my humble servant, which you dare not for your ears
deny, dare you?
Chrys.
You had best be silent.
Pant.
Nay more, I know you love me yet, because the last time
I was with you, you gave me a knot of Ribbons, which my mother
keeps well lock'd up in her Cabinet yet, as a love-token: and moreover,
when I said I will come and see you again to morrow, you
said, sayes you, you shall be welcom.
Chrys.
This will not do it, Sir, you have renounced us, and
therefore—
(she offers to remove.
Bec.
Nay hold, Madam, we were but in jest.
Pant.
And then they forced us to do it.
Bec.
I, and if we had not done it, they swore (God blesse us)
that they would kill us.
Pant.
And then, you know, it was better to seal a peece of
paper then to be kill'd.
Chrys.
What strong arguments they use.
Mar.
Sister, we must shake e'm off now or never.
Bec.
And then, Madam, if we had been kill'd—
Pant.
Yes, if we had been kill'd, it had been small advantage
for you.
Bec.
(aside.)
I, and then, Madam—and then, I say, Oh! if
Manduco were here to plead for me now.
Nay, if you will not hear us, take your pleasure.
Chrys.
No more, Sir, get you gone, henceforth I disclaim you.
Pant.
And I you too, d'you see; I care no more for you, Mistris,
then you do for me: I am as good a Gentleman as your self;
and if you were not a woman I would tell you more of my mind.
Bec.
I knew it would alwayes come to this at length, I vow;
I think you Gentle women do nothing but entertain us with vain
hopes for a while, and then cast us off.
Pant.
Mistris, shall I tell you, there are more Ladies in Florence
then you that will be blyth of me yet; and so long as I have
money in store, I am sure to have Mistresses in store.
Chrys.
Are you so, Sir?
Pant.
I that I am; but I will complain to your Uncle, to the
Lady Saromanca, and to all your kindred, that you have cheat me,
for all your fair promises.
Chrys.
You are a prating fool.
Pant.
I am no more prating then your self, Mistris; but if
there be justice to be had of you, I'l have it.
Mar.
Come, let us leave them, Sister, else they'll both fall a
weeping.
Pant.
For whom, for you, Mistris? I'l let you know we are
no such children.
Bec.
No, but, I protest, I cannot but weep though.
Chrys., Mar.
Farewell, farewell, march to your travels my
Gamesters, farewell.
Pant.
Peugh—Farewell; I believe you are the greatest fool
of the two, Madam Chrysolina, call they you.
Bec.
I protest, Pantaloni, I am very sorry for the loss of this
bony Lady though. O! how my father will chide me now: for
he had given Manduco orders to provide my Wedding cloaths,
and now all's blown up.
Pant.
Come, come, we know the worst on't: let them go, we will
never want great marches yet; let us think now to be revenged
on them villains, Cassio and Leonardo: the first time I meet any
of them, I will cut the tongue out of their heads that they shall
never talk more.
I, so will I too: but we must have Manduco with us
then, for he will make them stand in awe of him.
Exeunt.
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