_Nant._ Come, leave blushing; We are your friends; an honest way compell'd ye; Heaven will not see so true a love unrecompenc'd; Come in, and slight him too. _Lug._ The next shall hit him. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ De Gard, _and_ Lugier. _De G._ 'T will be discover'd. _Lug._ That's the worst can happen: If there be any way to reach, and work upon him; Upon his nature suddenly, and catch him: that he loves, Though he dissemble it, and would shew contrary, And will at length relent, I'le lay my Fortune, Nay more, my life. _De G._ Is she won? _Lug._ Yes, and ready, And my designments set. _De G._ They are now for Travel, All for that Game again: they have forgot wooing. _Lug._ Let 'em; we'll travel with 'em. _De G._ Where's his Father? _Lug._ Within; he knows my mind too and allows it; Pities your Sisters Fortune most sincerely; And has appointed, for our more assistance, Some of his secret Friends. _De G._ 'Speed the Plough. _Lug._ Well said; And be you serious too. _De G._ I shall be diligent. _Lug._ Let's break the Ice for one, the rest will drink too (Believe me, Sir) of the same Cup; my young Gentlewomen Wait but who sets the game a foot; though they seem stubborn, Reserv'd, and proud now, yet I know their hearts, Their Pulses how they beat, and for what cause, Sir; And how they long to venture their Abilities In a true Quarrel; Husbands they must, and will have, Or Nunneries, and thin Collations To cool their bloods; let's all about our business, And if this fail, let Nature work. _De G._ Ye have arm'd me. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Mirabel, Nantolet, _and_ La-Castre. _La-Cast._ Will ye be wilful then? _Mir._ 'Pray, Sir, your pardon, For I must Travel: lie lazy here, Bound to a Wife? Chain'd to her subtleties, Her humours, and her wills, which are meer Fetters; To have her to day pleas'd, to morrow peevish, The third day mad, the fourth rebellious? You see, before they are married, what Moriscoes, What Masques, and Mummeries they put upon us, To be ty'd here, and suffer their Lavalto's? _Nan._ 'Tis your own seeking. _Mir._ Yes, to get my freedom; Were they as I could wish 'em. _La-Cast._ Fools, and Meacocks, To endure what you think fit to put upon 'em: Come, change your mind. _Mir._ Not before I have chang'd Air, Father. When I know Women worthy of my company, I will return again and wait upon 'em; Till then (dear Sir) I'le amble all the world over, And run all hazards, misery, and poverty, _Enter_ Pinac, _and_ Belleur. So I escape the dangerous Bay of Matrimony. _Pin._ Are ye resolv'd? _Mir._ Yes certain; I will out again.