_Old Mir._ Where's my wenches?--where's my two little girls? Eh! Have a care,--look to yourselves, 'faith, they're a coming--the travellers are a coming! Well! which of you two will be my daughter-in-law now? Bisarre, Bisarre, what say you, madcap? Mirabel is a pure, wild fellow. _Bis._ I like him the worse. _Old Mir._ You lie, hussy, you like him the better, indeed you do! What say you, my t'other little filbert, eh? _Oriana._ I suppose the gentleman will chuse for himself, sir. _Old Mir._ Why, that's discreetly said, and so he shall. _Enter_ MIRABEL _and_ DURETETE; _they salute the Ladies_. Bob, harkye, you shall marry one of these girls, sirrah! _Y. Mir._ Sir, I'll marry them both, if you please. _Bis._ [_Aside._] He'll find that one may serve his turn. _Old Mir._ Both! why, you young dog, d'ye banter me?--Come, sir, take your choice.--Duretete, you shall have your choice too, but Robin shall chuse first.--Come, sir, begin. Well! which d'ye like? _Y. Mir._ Both. _Old Mir._ But which will you marry? _Y. Mir._ Neither. _Old Mir._ Neither! Don't make me angry now, Bob--pray, don't make me angry.--Lookye, sirrah, if I don't dance at your wedding to-morrow, I shall be very glad to cry at your grave. _Y. Mir._ That's a bull, father. _Old Mir._ A bull! Why, how now, ungrateful sir, did I make thee a man, that thou shouldst make me a beast? _Y. Mir._ Your pardon, sir; I only meant your expression. _Old Mir._ Harkye, Bob, learn better manners to your father before strangers! I won't be angry this time: But oons, if ever you do't again, you rascal!--remember what I say. [_Exit._ _Y. Mir._ Pshaw! what does the old fellow mean by mewing me up here with a couple of green girls?--Come, Duretete, will you go? _Oriana._ I hope, Mr. Mirabel, you han't forgot-- _Y. Mir._ No, no, madam, I han't forgot, I have brought you a thousand little Italian curiosities; I'll assure you, madam, as far as a hundred pistoles would reach, I han't forgot the least circumstance. _Oriana._ Sir, you misunderstand me. _Y. Mir._ Odso! the relics, madam, from Rome. I do remember, now, you made a vow of chastity before my departure; a vow of chastity, or something like it--was it not, madam? _Oriana._ O sir, I'm answered at present. [_Exit._ _Y. Mir._ She was coming full mouth upon me with her contract--'Would I might despatch t'other! _Dur._ Mirabel, that lady there, observe her, she's wondrous pretty, 'faith! and seems to have but few words; I like her mainly--speak to her, man, pr'ythee speak to her. _Y. Mir._ Madam, here's a gentleman, who declares---- _Dur._ Madam, don't believe him, I declare nothing--What, the devil, do you mean, man? _Y. Mir._ He says, madam, that you are as beautiful as an angel. _Dur._ He tells a damned lie, madam! I say no such thing--Are you mad, Mirabel? Why, I shall drop down with shame.