_Lug._ You are i'th' right: The slight he has shew'd my Pupils, Sets me a fire too: go I'le prepare your Sister, And as I told ye. _De Gar._ Yes all shall be fit, Sir. _Lug._ And seriously, and handsomely. _De Gar._ I warrant ye. _Lug._ A little counsel more. _De Gar._ 'Tis well. _Lug._ Most stately. See that observ'd; and then. _De Gar._ I have ye every way. _Lug._ Away then and be ready. _De Gar._ With all speed, Sir. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Lillia, Rosalure, _and_ Oriana. _Lug._ We'll learn to travel too, may be beyond him. Good day, Fair beauties. _Lil._ You have beautified us. We thank ye, Sir, ye have set us off most gallantly With your grave precepts. _Ros._ We expected Husbands Out of your Documents, and taught behaviours; Excellent Husbands, thought men would run stark mad on us, Men of all Ages, and all states: we expected An Inundation of desires, and offers, A Torrent of trim Suitors: all we did, Or said, or purpos'd to be Spells about us, Spells to provoke-- _Lil._ Ye have provoke'd us finely, We follow'd your directions, we did rarely, We were Stately, Coy, Demure, Careless, Light, Giddy, And play'd at all points: This you swore would carry. _Ros._ We made Love, and contemn'd Love. Now seem'd holy With such a reverent put-on Reservation Which could not miss according to your Principles, Now gave more hope again. Now close, now publick, Still up and down, we beat it like a Billow; And ever those behaviours you read to us, Subtil, and new. But all this will not help us. _Lil._ They help to hinder us of all Acquaintance, They have frighted off all Friends: what am I better For all my Learning, if I love a Dunce, A handsome dunce? to what use serves my Reading? You should have taught me what belongs to Horses, Doggs, Dice, Hawks, Banquets, Masks, free and fair Meetings, To have studied Gowns and Dressings. _Lug._ Ye are not mad sure. _Ros._ We shall be if we follow your encouragements; I'le take mine own way now. _Lil._ And I my fortune: We may live Maids else till the Moon drop Mil-stones; I see your modest Women are taken for monsters, A Dowry of good breeding is worth nothing. _Lug._ Since ye take it so to th' heart, pray'ye give me leave yet, And ye shall see how I'le convert this Heretick; Mark how this _Mirabell--_ _Lil._ Name him no more: For, though I long for a Husband, I hate him, And would be marryed sooner to a Monkey, Or to a _Jack_ of Straw, than such a Juggler.