Superbe.
We are not losers by the loss of you.
Faction.
But we are, for with the loss of her, we have lost our sweet re∣venge: for by her we thought to have catch'd him like a Woodcock in a Net, and then to have cut off his wings of Fancy, and to have pull'd out his feathers of Pride, or else to have intic'd him like a fool with a rattle, and then to have toss'd him on Satyrical Tongues, as in a blanket of shame: But now, instead of a blanket of shame, he will lie in the Arms of Beauty, and instead of being toss'd with satyrical tongues, he will be flatter'd with kisses, for which we may curse the Fates.
Pleasure.
But it is strange to me, that she can love such a railing ill-natur'd man as Monsieur Satyrical.
Ambition.
I wonder she doth not blush at her choise! Are you not out of countenance, to be in love with such a man, that is the worst of men?
Portrait.
Confess, do not you repent?
Bon' Esprit.
So far am I from repenting, as I love him so well, as he seems to me to be such a person, as to be so much above the rest of Mankind, as he ought to be ador'd, worship'd, kneel'd down and pray'd to, as to a Deity; and the beginning of those prayers offer'd to him should be, O thou worthy∣est, meritoriousest, and hest of men!
Faction.
She's mad, she's stark mad: wherefore let us binde her with chains, and whip her with cords, to bring her to her wits again.
Enter Monsieur Satyrical.
Bon' Esprit.
Oh Sir, you are a person born to relieve the distressed, and comfort the afflicted: for you are come in a timely hour, to release me from a company of Furies that threaten me.
Satyrical.
These Ladies appear too fair to be the daughters of Night, who are said to be the Furies. But Ladies, I hope you will pardon me for taking away so pleasing a companion from you as my Mistris is; but by her I shall be made Master of a world of happiness, and I shall not only enjoy a world, but a Heavenly Paradise, wherein all Goodness, Virtues, Beauties, and sweet Graces are planted: And what man would not challenge or claim Heaven, if Heaven could be gain'd by claiming; wherefore I challenge and claim this Lady, as being mine to enjoy.
Faction.
If you had challeng'd or claim'd any other Lady, in my consci∣ence you would have been refused.
Satyrical.
I desire no more than what I have.
Exit Satyrical, and his Mistris Bon' Esprit.
Portrait.
I could cry with anger.
Temperance.
Ladies, take my counsel, which is, to be friends with Ma∣dam Bon' Esprit, and Monsieur Satyrical, otherwise they will laugh at you to see what fools they have made you.
Pleasure.
She gives us good advice; wherefore let us follow it, and be friends.
Faction.
I may be seemingly friends, but never really friends.
Temperance.
Why seeming friendship passes and traffiques as well in the world, as those that are real.
Superbe.
You say well: wherefore let us seem to be friends.
Exeunt.