_Bis._ Suppose I show you the way? _Dur._ 'Sdeath, woman! will you go to the guard with me, and smoke a pipe? _Bis._ Allons donc! _Dur._ The devil's in the woman!--Suppose I hang myself? _Bis._ There I'll leave you. _Dur._ And a happy riddance: the gallows is welcome. _Bis._ Hold, hold, sir, [_Catches him by the Arm, going._] one word before we part. _Dur._ Let me go, madam,--or I shall think that you're a man, and, perhaps, may examine you. _Bis._ Stir if you dare; I have still spirits to attend me, and can raise such a muster of fairies, as shall punish you to death.--Come, sir, stand there now, and ogle me: [_He frowns upon her._] Now a languishing sigh: [_He groans._] Now run, and take my fan,--faster. [_He runs, and takes it up._] Now play with it handsomely. _Dur._ Ay, ay. [_He tears it all in pieces._ _Bis._ Hold, hold, dear, humorous coxcomb! Captain, spare my fan, and I'll--Why, you rude, inhuman monster! don't you expect to pay for this? _Dur._ Yes, madam, there's twelve pence; for that is the price on't. _Bis._ Sir, it cost a guinea. _Dur._ Well, madam, you shall have the sticks again. [_Throws them to her, and exit._ _Bis._ Ha! ha! ha! ridiculous, below my concern! I must follow him, however, to know if he can give me any news of Oriana. [_Exit._ SCENE IV. LAMORCE'S _Lodgings_. _Enter_ YOUNG MIRABEL. _Y. Mir._ Bloody hell-hounds! I overheard you:--Was not I two hours ago, the happy, gay, rejoicing Mirabel? How did I plume my hopes in a fair, coming prospect, of a long scene of years! Life courted me with all the charms of vigour, youth, and fortune; and to be torn away from all my promised joys, is more than death;--the manner too, by villains!--O my Oriana, this very moment might have blessed me in thy arms!--and my poor boy! the innocent boy! Confusion!--But hush, they come--I must dissemble still.--No news of my wine, gentlemen? _Enter the Four_ BRAVOES. _1 Bra._ No, sir, I believe your country booby has lost himself, and we can wait no longer for't:--True, sir, you're a pleasant gentleman, but, I suppose you understand our business? _Y. Mir._ Sir, I may go near to guess at your employments; you, sir, are a lawyer, I presume--you a physician, you a scrivener, and you a stock jobber.----All cut-throats, egad! [_Aside._ _4 Bra._ Sir, I am a broken officer; I was cashiered at the head of the army, for a coward, so I took up the trade of murder, to retrieve the reputation of my courage. _3 Bra._ I am a soldier too, and would serve my king; but I don't like the quarrel, and I have more honour than to fight in a bad cause. _2 Bra._ I was bred a gentleman, and have no estate; but I must have my whore and my bottle, through the prejudice of education.