Scene 31.
I wonder, Daughter, you should be so rudely uncivil to Monsieur Generosity, to use him so unkindly, as to entertain him with scornfull words, and disrespectfull behaviour.
Why did he come to visit me?
To offer his service, and to professe his affection to your person and vertue.
I care not for his service, or affection.
But he is a person of an honourable Title, and can make you a great Lady.
Give me leave to tell you, Mother, that nature hath given me Ti∣tles of Honour, Wit and Beauty, to which all men will bow to, with re∣spect; Titles from Kings, poor petty things to those.
But Daughter, let me tell you, that wit and beauty, without mo∣desty, civility and vertuous courtesie, may insnare facile fools, and allure fond persons, but not perswade the judicious to esteem you, nor the constant to sue to you, nor true love to desire you; you may have vain Boasters, and amotous Flatterers to court you; but none that is wise, or honourable, will marry you, and to use this Noble Lord so disrespectfully, who is indued with vertue, and adorned with the graces, and beloved of the Muses, is a crime unpardonable.
Mother, the Muses and the Graces are Witches, which enchants the soul, and charms the Spirits, and makes the Senses extravagant, and the actions desperate.
Methinks they should charm you; if they have such power.
My humour is a Spell against all such charms.