[_Sir Sig. peeps from behind_.
Sir _Sig_. Some Comfort yet, that I am not the only Fool defeated. Ha!
_Galllard_!
_Oct_. I"m satisfy"d (_To_ Fil.)--but what cou"d move you, Sir--[_to_ Gal.] to injure me, one of my Birth and Quality?
_Gal_. Faith, Sir, I never stand upon Ceremony when there"s a Woman in the case,--nor knew I "twas your Sister: Or if I had, I shou"d ha" lik"d her ne"er the worse for that, had she been kind.
_Jul_. It is my Business to account with him, And I am satisfy"d he has not injur"d me, he is my Friend.
_Gal_. That"s frankly said; and uncompell"d, I swear she"s innocent.
_Oct_. If you"re convinc"d, I too am satisfy"d, And give her to you whilst that Faith continues.
[_Gives him her_.
_Lau_. And must I, must I force my Heart to yield? And yet his generous Confidence obliges me. [_Aside_.
_Oct_. And here I vow by all the sacred Powers, [_kneels_]
That punish Perjury, never to set my Heart On faithless Woman;--never to love nor marry; [_Rises_]
Travel shall be my business--thou my Heir.
[_To Julio_.
Sir _Sig_. So, poor soul, I"ll warrant he has been defeated too.
_Mar_. _Marcella_, Sir, will take ye at your Word.
_Fil_. _Marcella_!
_Mar_. Who owns with Blushes Truths shou"d be conceal"d, but to prevent more Mischief,--That I was yours, Sir, was against my Will, [_to_ Oct.]
my Soul was _Fillamour"s_ e"er you claim"d a right in me; though I never saw or held discourse with him, but at an awful distance,--nor knew he of my Flight.
_Oct_. I do believe, and give thee back my Claim, I scorn the brutal part of Love; the n.o.blest Body, where the Heart is wanting.
[_They all talk aside_, Cornelia _comes up to Galliard_.
_Cor_. Why, how now, Cavalier, how like a discarded Favourite do you look now, who whilst your Authority lasted, laid about ye, domineer"d, huft and bl.u.s.ter"d, as if there had been no end on"t: now a Man may approach ye without terror--You see the Meat"s s.n.a.t.c.ht out of your Mouth, Sir, the Lady"s dispos"d on; whose Friends and Relations you were so well acquainted with.
_Gal_. Peace, Boy, I shall be angry else.--
_Cor_. Have you never a cast Mistress, that will take compa.s.sion on you: Faith, what think ye of the little Curtezan now?
_Gal_. As ill as e"er I did; what"s that to thee?
_Cor_. Much more than you"re aware on, Sir--and faith, to tell you Truth, I"m no Servant to Count _Julio_, but e"en a little mischievous Instrument she sent hither to prevent your making love to _Donna Laura_.
_Gal_. "Tis she herself.--how cou"d that Beauty hide itself so long from being known? [_Aside_.]--Malicious little Dog in a Manger, that wou"d neither eat, nor suffer the Hungry to feed themselves, what spiteful Devil cou"d move thee to treat a Lover thus? but I am pretty well reveng"d on ye.
_Cor_. On me!
_Gal_. You think I did not know those pretty Eyes, that lovely Mouth I have so often kist in cold imagination.
_Cor_. Softly, Tormentor.
[_They talk aside_.
_Mar_. In this disguise we parted from _Viterbo_, attended only by _Petro_ and _Philippa_: At Rome we took the t.i.tle and Habit of two _Curtezans_; both to shelter us from knowledge, and to oblige _Fillamour_ to visit us, which we believ"d he would in curiosity; and yesterday it so fell out as we desired.
_Fil_. Howe"er my Eyes might be imposed upon, you see my Heart was firm to its first Object; can you forget and pardon the mistake?
_Jul_. She shall, and with _Octavio"s_ and my Uncle"s leave,--thus make your t.i.tle good.-- [_Gives her to_ Fil.
_Oct_. "Tis vain to strive with Destiny. [_Gives her_.
_Mor_. With all my heart,--but where"s _Cornelia_ all this while?
_Gal_. Here"s the fair Stragler, Sir.
[_Leads her to Mor. he holds his Cane up at her_.
_Mor_. Why, thou Baggage, thou wicked Contriver of Mischief, what excuse had"st thou for running away? Thou had"st no Lover.
_Cor_. "Twas therefore, Sir, I went to find one; and if I am not mistaken in the mark, "tis this Cavalier I pitch upon for that use and purpose.
_Gal_. Gad, I thank ye for that,--I hope you"ll ask my leave first, I"m finely drawn in, i"faith--Have I been dreaming all this night of the possession of a new-gotten Mistress, to wake and find my self noos"d to a dull Wife in the morning?
_Fil_. Thou talk"st like a Man that never knew the Pleasures thou despisest; faith, try it, _Frank_, and thou wilt hate thy past loose way of living.
_Cor_. And to encourage a young Setter up, I do here promise to be the most Mistress-like Wife,--You know, Signior, I have learnt the trade, though I had not stock to practise; and will be as expensive, insolent, vain, extravagant and inconstant, as if you only had the keeping part, and another the amorous a.s.signations. What think ye, Sir?
_Fil_. Faith, she pleads well, and ought to carry the Cause.
_Gal_. She speaks Reason, and I"m resolv"d to trust good Nature:--Give me thy dear hand.--
[_They all join to give it him, he kisses it_.
_Mor_. And now ye are both sped, pray give me leave to ask ye a civil question; are you sure you have been honest? if you have, I know not by what miracle you have liv"d.
_Pet_. Oh, Sir, as for that, I had a small stock of Cash in the hands of a couple of _English_ Bankers, one Sir _Signal Buffoon_--
Sir _Sig_. Sir _Signal Buffoon_, what a pox, does he mean me trow?
[_Peeping_.
_Pet_.--And one Mr. _Tickletext_.
_Tick_. How was that? _certo_, my Name!
[_Peeps out, and both see each other; their faces being close together, one at one side the Curtain, and t"other at t"other_.
_Gal_. and _Fil_. Ha, ha, ha.
Sir _Sig_. And have I caught you, i"faith, Mr. Governour? Nay, ne"er put in your head for the matter, here"s none but Friends, mun.