_Ros._ You say right; for as long as he perceives ye Sink under his proud scornings, he'll laugh at ye: For me secure your self; and for my Sister, I partly know her mind too: howsoever To obey my Father we have made a tender Of our poor beauties to the travel'd _Monsieur_; Yet two words to a bargain; he slights us As skittish things, and we shun him as curious. May be my free behaviour turns his stomach, And makes him seem to doubt a loose opinion. I must be so sometimes, though all the world saw it. _Ori._ Why should not ye? Are our minds only measur'd? As long as here ye stand secure. _Ros._ Ye say true; As long as mine own Conscience makes no question, What care I for Report? That Woman's miserable That's good or bad for their tongues sake: Come let's retire. And get my veil Wench: By my troth your sorrow, And the consideration of mens humorous maddings, Have put me into a serious contemplation. _Enter_ Mirabel _and_ Belleur. _Oria._ Come 'faith, let's sit, and think. _Ros._ That's all my business. _Mir._ Why standst thou peeping here? thou great slug, forward. _Bel._ She is there, peace. _Mir._ Why standst thou here then, Sneaking, and peaking, as thou would'[st] steal linnen? Hast thou not place and time? _Bel._ I had a rare speech Studied, and almost ready, and your violence Has beat it out of my brains. _Mir._ Hang your rare speeches, Go me on like a man. _Bel._ Let me set my Beard up. How has _Pinac_ performed? _Mir._ He has won already: He stands not thrumming of caps thus. _Bel._ Lord, what should I ail? What a cold I have over my stomach; would I had some Hum. Certain I have a great mind to be at her: A mighty mind. _Mir._ On fool. _Bel._ Good words, I beseech ye; For I will not be abused by both. _Mir._ Adieu, then, I will not trouble you, I see you are valiant, And work your own way. _Bel._ Hist, hist, I will be rul'd, I will 'faith, I will go presently: Will ye forsake me now and leave me i'th' suds? You know I am false-hearted this way; I beseech ye, Good sweet _Mirabel_; I'le cut your throat if ye leave me, Indeed I will sweet heart. _Mir._ I will be ready, Still at thine elbow; take a mans heart to thee, And speak thy mind: the plainer still the better. She is a woman of that free behaviour, Indeed that common courtesie, she cannot deny thee; Go bravely on. _Bel._ Madam--keep close about me, Still at my back. Madam, sweet Madam-- _Ros._ Ha; What noise is that, what saucy sound to trouble me? _Mir._ What said she? _Bel._ I am saucy. _Mir._ 'Tis the better. _Bel._ She comes; must I be saucy still? _Mir._ More saucy.