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_Lau. Julio_!
_Gal_. What of him? [_Aside_.
_Cor_. Being just now arriv'd at _Rome_--
_Lau_. Heavens, arriv'd! [_Aside_.
_Cor_. Sent me to beg the Honour of waiting on you.
_Lau_. Sure, Stranger, you mistake.--
_Cor_. If, Madam, you are _Laura Lucretia_.--
_Gal. Laura Lucretia_! by Heaven, the very Woman he's to marry.
[_Aside_.
_Lau_. This would surprize a Virgin less resolv'd: But what have I to do with ought but Love? [_Aside_.
--And can your Lord imagine this an Hour To make a ceremonious Visit in?
_Gal_. Riddles by Love! or is't some Trick again? [_Aside_.
_Cor_. Madam, where Vows are past, the want of Ceremony may be pardon'd.
_Lau_. I do not use to have my Will disputed, Be gone, and let him know I'll be obey'd.
_Cor_. S'life, she'll out-wit me yet,-- [_Aside_.
Madam, I see this Niceness is not general, --You can except some Lovers.
_Gal_. My pert young Confident, depart, and let your Master know he'll find a better welcome from the fair vain Curtezan, _la Silvianetta_, where he has past the Night, and given his Vows.
_Lau_. Dearly devis'd, and I must take the hint.
[_Aside smiling_.
_Cor_. He knows me sure, and says all this to plague me. [_Aside_.
My Lord, my Master with a Curtezan! he's but just now arriv'd.
_Gal_. A pretty forward saucy lying Boy this; and may do well in time.-- Madam, believe him not, I saw his Master yesterday,--convers'd with him.
--I know him, he's my Friend;--'twas he that parted hence but now, he told me all his Pa.s.sion for a Curtezan scarce half an hour since.
_Cor_. So!
_Lau_. I do not doubt it, Oh, how I love him for this seasonable Lye: --And can you think I'll see a perjur'd Man, [_To_ Cor.
Who gives my interest in him to another?
--Do I not help ye out most artfully?-- [_Aside. Laughing to_ Gal.
_Cor_. I see they are resolv'd to out-face me.
_Gal_. Nay, vow'd to marry her.
_Lau_. Heavens, to marry her!
_Cor_. To be conquer'd at my own Weapon too!--Lying! 'tis a hard case.-- [_Aside_.
_Gal_. Go, Boy, you may be gone; you have you Answer, Child, and may depart--Come, Madam, let us leave him.
_Cor_. Gone, no help! Death, I'll quarrel with him,--nay, fight him,-- d.a.m.n him,--rather than lose him thus.--Stay, Signior. [_Pulls him_.]--You call me Boy--but you may find your self mistaken, Sir,--And know--I've that about me may convince ye.
[_Shewing his Sword_.
--'Thas done some Execution.
_Gal_. Prithee, on whom or what? small Village Curs?
The barking of a Mastiff wou'd unman thee.
[_Offers to go_.
_Cor_. Hold--follow me from the Refuge of her Arms; As thou'rt a Man, I do conjure thee do't:--I hope he will, I'll venture beating for't. [_Aside_.
_Gal_. Yes, my brisk little Rascal, I will a--a--
_Lau_. By all that's good, you shall not stir from hence; ho, who waits there, _Antonio, Silvio, Gaspero_?
[_Enter all_.]
--take that fierce Youth, and bear him from my sight.
_Cor_. You shall not need; s'life, these rough Rogues will be too hard for me; I've one prevention left,--farewel.
_May'st thou supply her with as feeble Art, As I should do, were I to play thy part_.
[_Goes out with the rest_.
_Gal_. He's gone, now let's redeem our blessed Minutes lost.
[_Go in_.
SCENE III. _Changes to the Street_.--Piazo d'Hispagnia.
_Enter_ Julio _alone_.
_Jul_. Now by this breaking Day-light I cou'd rave: I knew she mistook me last night, which made me so eager to improve my lucky Minutes. Sure, _Galliard_ is not the Man, I long to know the Mystery;--hah--who's here?
--_Fillamour!_
_Enter_ Fillamour _met by_ Marcella _in Man's Clothes; they pa.s.s by each other, c.o.c.k and justle_.
_Mar_. I take it, you are he I look for, Sir.
_Fil_. My name is _Fillamour_.
_Mar_. Mine, _Julio Sebastiano Morosini_.
_Jul_. Hah, my Name, by Heaven! [_Aside_.
