_Y. Mir._ Rude beast, be quiet! [_To_ DURETETE.] The farther from home, madam, the more occasion you have for a guard--pray, madam-- _Lam._ Lard, sir---- [_He seems to press, she to decline it, in dumb show._ _Dur._ Ah! The devil's in his impudence! now he wheedles, she smiles--he flatters, she simpers--he swears, she believes--he's a rogue, and she's a w---- in a moment. _Y. Mir._ Without there! my coach! Duretete, wish me joy! [_Hands the Lady out._ _Dur._ Wish you a----! Here, you little Picard, go follow your master, and he'll lead you---- _Oriana._ Whither, sir? _Dur._ To the Academy, child--'tis the fashion with men of quality, to teach their pages their exercises--go. _Oriana._ Won't you go with him too, sir? That woman may do him some harm, I don't like her. _Dur._ Why, how now, Mr. Page, do you start up, to give laws of a sudden? Do you pretend to rise at court, and disapprove the pleasure of your betters?--Lookye, sirrah, if ever you would rise by a great man, be sure to be with him in his little actions; and, as a step to your advancement, follow your master immediately, and make it your hope, that he goes to a bagnio. _Oriana._ Heavens forbid! [_Exit._ _Dur._ Now would I sooner take a cart in company of the hangman, than a coach with that woman:--What a strange antipathy have I taken against these creatures! a woman to me, is aversion upon aversion! a cheese, a cat, a breast of mutton, the squalling of children, the grinding of knives, and the snuff of a candle. SCENE II. LAMORCE'S _Lodgings_. _Enter_ MIRABEL _and_ LAMORCE. _Lam._ To convince me, sir, that your service was something more than good breeding, please to lay out an hour of your company upon my desire, as you have already upon my necessity. _Y. Mir._ Your desire, madam, has only prevented my request:--My hours! Make them yours, madam, eleven, twelve, one, two, three, and all that belong to those happy minutes. _Lam._ But I must trouble you, sir, to dismiss your retinue, because an equipage at my door, at this time of night, will not be consistent with my reputation. _Y. Mir._ By all means, madam, all but one little boy--Here, page! _Enter_ ORIANA. Order my coach and servants home, and do you stay; 'tis a foolish country-boy, that knows nothing but innocence. _Lam._ Innocence, sir! I should be sorry if you made any sinister constructions of my freedom. _Y. Mir._ O, madam, I must not pretend to remark upon any body's freedom, having so entirely forfeited my own. _Lam._ Well, sir, 'twere convenient towards our easy correspondence, that we entered into a free confidence of each other, by a mutual declaration of what we are, and what we think of one another.--Now, sir, what are you? _Y. Mir._ In three words, madam,--I am a gentleman, and have five hundred pounds in my pocket. _Lam._ And your name is----