Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
Enter Mirabell, Pinac, Bellure.
Mir.
NE'r tel me of this happiness, 'tis nothing;
The state they bring with being sought to scurvey,
I had rather make mine own play, and I will do.
My happiness is in mine own content,
And the despising of such glorious trifles,
As I have done a thousand more. For my humour
Give me a good free fellow, that sticks to me,
A joviall fair companion; there's a Beauty:
For women, I can have too many of them;
Good women too, as the Age reckons 'em,
More than I have employment for.
Pi.
You are happy.
Mir.
My only fear is, that I must be forced
Against my nature, to conceal my self.
Health, and an able body are two jewels.
Pi.
If either of these two women were offer'd to me now,
I would think otherwise, and do accordingly:
Yes, and recant my heresies, I would Sir;
And be more tender of opinion,
And put a little off my travail'd Libertie
Out of the way, and look upon 'em seriously.
Me-thinks this grave-carried wench.
Bel.
Me-thinks the other,