_San._ True, we are men, boo----Come, Master, let us both be in a passion; here's my scepter, [_Shewing a cudgel._] Subject _Jacinta_, look about you. Sir, was you ever in _Muscovy_? the women there love the men dearly; why? because----[_Shaking his stick._] there's your love-powder for you. Ah, Sir, were we but wise and stout, what work should we make with them! But this humble love-making, spoils them all. A rare way indeed to bring matters about with them; we are persuading them all day they are angels and Goddesses, in order to use them at night like human creatures; we are like to succeed truly. _Car._ For my part I never yet could bear a slight from any thing, nor will I now. There's but one way however to resent it from a woman: and that's to drive her bravely from your heart, and place a worthier in her vacant throne. _San._ Now, with submission to my betters, I have another way, Sir, I'll drive my tyrant from my heart, and place myself in her throne. Yes; I will be lord of my own tenement, and keep my household in order. Wou'd you wou'd do so too, Master; for look you, I have been servitor in a college at _Salamanca_, and read philosophy with the doctors; where I found that a woman, in all times, has been observed to be an animal hard to understand, and much inclined to mischief. Now as an animal is always an animal, and a captain always a captain, so a woman is always a woman: whence it is, that a certain _Greek_ says, her head is like a bank of sand; or, as another, a solid rock; or, according to a third, a dark lanthorn. Pray, Sir, observe, for this is close reasoning; and so as the head is the head of the body; and that the body without a head, is like a head without a tail; and that where there is neither head nor tail, 'tis a very strange body: so I say a woman is by comparison, do you see, (for nothing explains things like comparisons) I say by comparison, as _Aristotle_ has often said before me, one may compare her to the raging sea; for as the sea, when the wind rises, knits its brows like an angry bull, and that waves mount upon rocks, and rocks mount upon waves: that porpusses leap like trouts, and whales skip about like gudgeons; that ships roll like beer-barrels, and mariners pray like saints; just so, I say a woman----A woman, I say, just so, when her reason is ship-wreck'd upon her passion, and the hulk of her understanding lies thumping against the rock of her fury; then it is, I say, that by certain immotions, which----um cause, as one may suppose, a sort of convulsive----yes----hurricanious----um----like----in short, a woman is like the Devil. _Car._ Admirably reason'd indeed, _Sancho_. _San._ Pretty well, I thank Heaven; but here come the crocodiles to weep us into mercy. _Enter ~Leonora~ and ~Jacinta~._ Master, let us shew ourselves men, and leave their briny tears to wash their dirty faces. _Car._ It is not in the power of charms to move me.