_Dur._ Take them to justice. [_The_ GUARDS _carry off the_ BRAVOES.] Now for you, madam;----He! he! he! I'm so pleased to think that I shall be revenged of one woman, before I die.--Well, Mrs. Snap Dragon, which of these honourable gentlemen is so happy to call you wife? _1 Bra._ Sir, she should have been mine to-night, 'cause Sampre, here, had her last night.--Sir, she's very true to us all four. _Enter_ OLD MIRABEL, DUGARD, _and_ BISARRE. _Old Mir._ Robin! Robin!--Where's Bob? where's my boy!--What, is this the lady? a pretty creature, 'faith!--Harkye, child, because my son was so civil as to oblige you with a coach, I'll treat you with a cart, indeed I will. _Dug._ Ay, madam, and you shall have a swinging equipage, three or four thousand footmen at your heels, at least. _Dur._ No less becomes her quality. _Bis._ Faugh! the monster! _Dur._ Monster! ay, you're all a little monstrous, let me tell you. _Enter_ YOUNG MIRABEL. _Old Mir._ Ah, my dear Bob! art thou safe, man? _Y. Mir._ No, no, sir, I am ruined: the saver of my life is lost! _Old Mir._ No, he came and brought us the news. _Y. Mir._ But where is he? _Enter_ ORIANA. Ha! [_Runs and embraces her._] My dear preserver! what shall I do to recompense your trust?--Father, friends, gentlemen, behold the youth, that has relieved me from the most ignominious death!--Command me, child; before you all--before my late, so kind, indulgent stars, I swear to grant whate'er you ask. _Oriana._ To the same stars, indulgent now to me, I will appeal, as to the justice of my claim: I shall demand but what was mine before--the just performance of your contract to Oriana. [_Discovering herself._ _Omnes._ Oriana! _Oriana._ In this disguise I resolved to follow you abroad, counterfeited that letter, that brought me into your service; and so, by this strange turn of fate, I became the instrument of your preservation; few common servants would have had such cunning; my love inspired me with the meaning of your message, because my concern for your safety made me suspect your company. _Dur._ Mirabel, you're caught. _Y. Mir._ Caught! I scorn the thought of imposition--Caught! No, 'tis my voluntary act; this was no human stratagem, but by my providential stars, designed to show the dangers wandering youth incurs, by the pursuit of an unlawful love; to plunge me headlong in the snares of vice, and then to free me by the hands of virtue: Here, on my knees, I humbly beg my fair preserver's pardon; my thanks are needless, for myself I owe: And now, for ever, do protest me yours. _Old Mir._ Tall, all di dall! [_Sings._] Kiss me, daughter--no, you shall kiss me first, [_To_ LAMORCE.] for you're the cause on't. Well, Bisarre, what say you to the captain? _Bis._ I like the beast well enough, but I don't understand his paces so well as to venture him in a strange road. _Old Mir._ But marriage is so beaten a path, that you can't go wrong.