De Gar. I will be rul'd, he shall live,
And left to your revenge.
Lug. I, I, I'le fit him:
He makes a common scorn of handsome Women;
Modesty, and good manners are his May-games:
He takes up Maidenheads with a new Commission;
The Church warrant's out of date: follow my Counsel,
For I am zealous in the Cause.
De Gar. I will, Sir;
And will be still directed: for the truth is
My Sword will make my Sister seem more monstrous:
Besides there is no honour won on Reprobates.
Lug. You are i'th' right: The slight he has shew'd my Pupils,
Sets me a fire too: go I'le prepare your Sister,
And as I told ye.
De Gar. Yes all shall be fit, Sir.
Lug. And seriously, and handsomely.
De Gar. I warrant ye.
Lug. A little counsel more.
De Gar. 'Tis well.
Lug. Most stately.
See that observ'd; and then.