_Y. Mir._ No matter, madam.----Seven hundred pound, by this light! [_Aside._ _2 Bra._ Pray, sir, what's o'clock? _Y. Mir._ Hum! Sir, I have left my watch at home. _2 Bra._ I thought I saw the string of it, just now. _Y. Mir._ Ods my life, sir, I beg your pardon, here it is!--but it don't go. [_Putting it up._ _Lam._ O dear sir, an English watch! Tompion's, I presume? _Y. Mir._ D'ye like, it, madam? No ceremony--'tis at your service, with all my heart and soul!--Tompion's! Hang ye! [_Aside._ _1 Bra._ But, sir, above all things, I admire the fashion and make, of your sword hilt! _Y. Mir._ I'm mighty glad you like it, sir! _1 Bra._ Will you part with it, sir? _Y. Mir._ Sir, I won't sell it. _1 Bra._ Not sell it, sir! _Y. Mir._ No, gentlemen, but I'll bestow it, with all my heart! [_Offering it._ _1 Bra._ O sir, we shall rob you! _Y. Mir._ That you do, I'll be sworn! [_Aside._] I have another at home; pray, sir,--Gentlemen, you're too modest--have I any thing else that you fancy?--Sir, will you do me a favour? [_To the First_ BRAVO.] I am extremely in love with that hat which you wear, will you do me the favour to change with me? _1 Bra._ Lookye, sir, this is a family hat, and I would not part with it, but if you like it----[_They change Hats._]--I want but a handsome pretence to quarrel with him--Some wine! Sir, your good health. [_Pulls_ MIRABEL _by the Nose_. _Y. Mir._ Oh, sir, your most humble servant! a pleasant frolic enough, to drink a man's health, and pull him by the nose! ha! ha! ha! the pleasantest, pretty-humoured gentleman---- _Lam._ Help the gentleman to a glass. [MIRABEL _drinks_. _1 Bra._ How d'ye like the wine, sir? _Y. Mir._ Very good o'the kind, sir:--But I tell ye what, I find we're all inclined to be frolicsome, and 'egad, for my own part, I was never more disposed to be merry; let's make a night on't, ha!--This wine is pretty, but I have such burgundy at home! Lookye, gentlemen, let me send for half a dozen flasks of my burgundy, I defy France to match it;--'twill make us all life, all air, pray, gentlemen. _2 Bra._ Eh? Shall us have his burgundy? _1 Bra._ Yes, 'faith, we'll have all we can; here, call up the gentleman's servant.--[_Exit_ FOOTMAN.] What think you, Lamorce? _Lam._ Yes, yes--Your servant is a foolish country boy, sir, he understands nothing but innocence. _Y. Mir._ Ay, ay, madam.--Here, Page,---- _Enter_ ORIANA. Take this key, and go to my butler, order him to send half a dozen flasks of the red burgundy, marked a thousand; and be sure you make haste, I long to entertain my friends here; my very good friends. _Omnes._ Ah, dear sir!