_Mir._ There's nothing good, or handsom bred amongst us: Till we are travel'd, and live abroad, we are Coxcombs: Ye talk of _France_, a slight unseason'd Country, Abundance of gross food, which makes us Block-heads: We are fair set out indeed, and so are fore-horses: Men say we are great Courtiers, men abuse us: We are wise, and valiant too, _non credo, Seignior_: Our Women the best Linguists, they are Parrats; O' this side the _Alpes_ they are nothing but meer Drolleries: Ha, _Roma la Santa, Italy_ for my money, Their policies, their customs, their frugalities, Their courtesies so open, yet so reserved too, As when ye think y'are known best, ye are a stranger; The very pick-teeth speak more man than we do, And season of more salt. _Pin._ 'Tis a brave Country: Not pester'd with your stubborn precise Puppies, That turn all useful and allow'd contentments To scabs and scruples; hang 'em Capon-worshippers. _Bel._ I like that freedom well, and like their Women too, And would fain do as others do; but I am so bashful, So naturally an Ass: Look ye, I can look upon 'em, And very willingly I go to see 'em, (There's no man willinger) and I can kiss 'em, And make a shift-- _Mir._ But if they chance to flout ye, Or say ye are too bold; fie, Sir, remember; I pray sit farther off;-- _Bel._ 'Tis true, I am humbled, I am gone, I confess ingenuously I am silenced, The spirit of Amber cannot force me answer. _Pin._ Then would I sing and dance. _Bel._ You have wherewithal, Sir. _Pin._ And charge her up again. _Bel._ I can be hang'd first; Yet where I fasten well I am a tyrant. _Mir._ Why, thou darst fight? _Bel._ Yes, certainly, I dare fight; And fight with any man at any weapon, Would the other were no more; but a pox on't, When I was sometimes in my height of hope, And reasonable valiant that way, my heart harden'd, Some scornful jest or other chops between me And my desire: what would ye have me to do then, Gentlemen? _Mir._ _Belvere_, you must be bolder: Travel three years, And bring home such a Baby to betray ye As bashfulness? a great fellow, and a Souldier? _Bel._ You have the gift of impudence, be thankful; Every man has not the like talent: I will study And if it may be reveal'd to me. _Mir._ Learn of me, And of _Pinac_: no doubt you'll find employment; Ladies will look for Courtship. _Pic._ 'Tis but fleshing, But standing one good brunt or two: hast thou any mind to marriage? We'l provide thee some soft-natur'd wench, that's dumb too. _Mir._ Or an old woman that cannot refuse thee in charity. _Bel._ A dumb woman, or an old woman, that were eager And car'd not for Discourse, I were excellent at.