_Mons._ Ay, ay, say no more, cousin, I doubt not your amour for me, because I doubt not your judgment. But what's to be done with this fanfaron?--I know where he eats to-night--I'll go find him out, _ventre bleu!_-- _Hip._ O, my dear cousin, you will not make a quarrel of it? I thought what your promise would come to! _Mons._ Would you have a man of honour-- _Hip._ Keep his promise? _Mons._ And lose his mistress?--That were not for my honour, _ma foi!_ _Hip._ Cousin, though you do me the injury to think I could be false, do not do yourself the injury to think any one could be false to you. Will you be afraid of losing your mistress? To show such a fear to your rival, were for his honour, and not for yours, sure. _Mons._ Nay, cousin, I'd have you know I was never afraid of losing my mistress in earnest.--Let me see the man can get my mistress from me, _jarni!_--But he that loves must seem a little jealous. _Hip._ Not to his rival: those that have jealousy hide it from their rivals. _Mons._ But there are some who say, jealousy is no more to be hid than a cough:--but it should never be discovered in me, if I had it, because it is not French at all--_ventre bleu!_ _Hip._ No, you should rally your rival, and rather make a jest of your quarrel to him; and that, I suppose, is French too. _Mons._ 'Tis so, 'tis so, _cousine_; 'tis the veritable French method; for your Englis, for want of wit, drive every thing to a serious grum quarrel, and then would make a jest on't, when 'tis too late, when they can't laugh, _jarni!_ _Hip._ Yes, yes, I would have you rally him soundly: do not spare him a jot.--But shall you see him to-night? _Mons._ Ay, ay. _Hip._ Yes; pray be sure to see him for the jest's sake. _Mons._ I will--for I love a jest as well as any _bel esprit_ of 'em all--da! _Hip._ Ay, and rally him soundly; be sure you rally him soundly, and tell him just thus:--that the lady he has so long courted, from the great window of the Ship tavern, is to be your wife to-morrow, unless he come at his wonted hour of six in the morning to her window to forbid the banns; for 'tis the first and last time of asking; and if he come not, let him for ever hereafter stay away, and hold his tongue. _Mons._ Ha! ha! ha! a ver good jest, _tête bleu!_ _Hip._ And if the fool should come again, I would tell him his own, I warrant you, cousin. My gentleman should be satisfied for good and all, I'd secure him. _Mons. Bon, bon._ _Prue._ Well, well, young mistress; you were not at Hackney school for nothing, I see; nor taken away for nothing.--A woman may soon be too old, but is never too young to shift for herself. [_Aside._ _Mons._ Ha! ha! ha! _cousine_, dou art a merry grig, _ma foi!_--I long to be with Gerrard; and I am the best at improving a jest--I shall have such divertisement to-night, _tête bleu!_ _Hip._ He'll deny, may be, at first, that he ever courted any such lady.