Lookye, my dear counterfeiting nun, take my advice, be a nun in good earnest; women make the best nuns always, when they can't do otherwise. _Oriana._ O, sir! how unhappily have you destroyed what was so near perfection! He is the counterfeit, that has deceived you. _Old Mir._ Ha! Lookye, sir, I recant; she is a nun. _Y. Mir._ Sir, your humble servant; then I'm a friar this moment. _Old Mir._ Was ever an old fool so bantered by a brace o' young ones! Hang you both! you're both counterfeits, and my plot's spoiled, that's all. _Oriana._ Shame and confusion, love, anger, and disappointment, will work my brain to madness! [_Takes off her Habit--Exit._ _Y. Mir._ Ay, ay, throw by the rags; they have served a turn for us both, and they shall e'en go off together. [_Takes off his Habit._ [_Exit, throwing away the Habit._ SCENE III. OLD MIRABEL'S _House_. _Enter_ DURETETE, _with a Letter_. _Dur._ [Reads.] _My rudeness was only a proof of your humour, which I have found so agreeable, that I own myself penitent, and willing to make any reparation upon your first appearance to_ BISARRE. Mirabel swears she loves me, and this confirms it; then farewell gallantry, and welcome revenge! 'Tis my turn now to be upon the sublime; I'll take her off; I warrant her! _Enter_ BISARRE. Well, mistress, do you love me? _Bis._ I hope, sir, you will pardon the modesty of---- _Dur._ Of what? of a dancing devil!--Do you love me, I say? _Bis._ Perhaps I---- _Dur._ What? _Bis._ Perhaps I do not. _Dur._ Ha! abused again! Death, woman, I'll---- _Bis._ Hold, hold, sir! I do, do! _Dur._ Confirm it, then, by your obedience; stand there, and ogle me now, as if your heart, blood, and soul, were like to fly out at your eyes--First, the direct surprise. [_She looks full upon him._] Right; next, the _deux yeux par oblique_. [_She gives him the side Glance._] Right; now depart, and languish. [_She turns from him, and looks over her Shoulder._] Very well; now sigh. [_She sighs._] Now drop your fan on purpose. [_She drops her Fan._] Now take it up again. Come now, confess your faults; are not you a proud--say after me. _Bis._ Proud. _Dur._ Impertinent. _Bis._ Impertinent. _Dur._ Ridiculous. _Bis._ Ridiculous. _Dur._ Flirt. _Bis._ Puppy. _Dur._ Zoons! Woman, don't provoke me; we are alone, and you don't know but the devil may tempt me to do you a mischief; ask my pardon immediately. _Bis._ I do, sir; I only mistook the word. _Dur._ Cry, then. Have you got e'er a handkerchief? _Bis._ Yes, sir. _Dur._ Cry, then, handsomely; cry like a queen in a tragedy. [_She pretending to cry, bursts out a laughing._ _Enter Two_ LADIES, _laughing_. _Bis._ Ha! ha! ha! _Both Ladies._ Ha! ha! ha! _Dur._ Hell broke loose upon me, and all the furies fluttered about my ears! Betrayed again? _Bis._ That you are, upon my word, my dear Captain; ha! ha! ha!