_de Gard._ Be not too glorious foolish; Summe not your Travels up with vanities, It ill becomes your expectation: Temper your speech, Sir; whether your loose story Be true, or false (for you are so free, I fear it) Name not my Sister in't; I must not hear it; Upon your danger name her not: I hold her A Gentlewoman of those happy parts and carriage, A good mans tongue may be right proud to speak her. _Mir._ Your Sister, Sir? d'ye blench at that? d'ye cavil? Do you hold her such a piece, she may not be play'd withal? I have had an hundred handsomer and nobler, Have su'd to me too for such a courtesie: Your Sister comes i'th' rear: since ye are so angry, And hold your Sister such a strong Recusant, I tell ye I may do it, and it may be will too, It may be have too, there's my free confession; Work upon that now. _de Gard._ If I thought ye had, I would work, And work such stubborn work, should make your heart ake; But I believe ye, as I ever knew ye, A glorious talker, and a Legend maker Of idle tales, and trifles; a depraver Of your own truth; their honours fly about ye; And so I take my leave, but with this caution, Your sword be surer than your tongue, you'l smart else. _Mir._ I laugh at thee, so little I respect thee; And I'le talk louder, and despise thy Sister; Set up a Chamber-maid that shall out-shine her, And carry her in my Coach too, and that will kill her. Go get thy Rents up, go. _de Gard._ Ye are a fine Gentleman. [_Exit._ _Mir._ Now have at my two youths, I'le see how they do, How they behave themselves, and then I'le study What wench shall love me next, and when I'le lose her. [_Exit._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Pinac, _and a Servant_. _Pinac._ Art thou her servant, saist thou? _Ser._ Her poor creature, But servant to her horse, Sir. _Pinac._ Canst thou shew me The way to her chamber? or where I may conveniently See her, or come to talk to her? _Ser._ That I can, Sir; But the question is whether I will or no. _Pinac._ Why I'le content thee. _Ser._ Why I'le content thee then; now ye come to me. _Pi._ There's for your diligence. _Ser._ There's her chamber, Sir; And this way she comes out; stand ye but here, Sir, You have her at your prospect, or your pleasure. _Pi._ Is she not very angry? _Ser._ You'l find that quickly: May be she'll call ye sawcy scurvey fellow, Or some such familiar name: 'may be she knows ye, And will fling a Piss-pot at ye, or a Pantofle, According as ye are in acquaintance: if she like ye, 'May be she'll look upon ye, 'may be no, And two moneths hence call for ye. _Pinac._ This is fine. She is monstrous proud then?