_Lor._ And here"s for you too; a Letter from _Curtius_, And therefore I would not open it: I took it up At the Post-house. [She reads, and seems pleas"d.
Now if this should prove some surly Gallant of hers, And give me a slash o"er the Face for peeping I were but rightly serv"d; And why the Devil should I expect my Sister should Have more Virtue than my self?
She"s the same flesh and blood: or why, because She"s the weaker Vessel, Should all the unreasonable burden of the Honour Of our House, as they call it, Be laid on her Shoulders, whilst we may commit A thousand Villanies? but "tis so-- Here, open the Door; I"ll put her before me, however.
[She opens the Door, and brings out _Cloris_.
_Lau._ Sir, "tis _Philibert_ from the Prince.
_Lor._ Why, how now, Youngster, I see you intend To thrive by your many Trades; So soon, so soon, i"faith? but, Sirrah, This is my Sister, and your Prince"s Mistress; Take notice of that.
_Clo._ I know not what you mean.
_Lor._ Sir, you cannot deceive me so; And you were right serv"d, you would be made fit For nothing but the great _Turk"s Seraglio_.
_Clo._ You mistake my business, Sir.
_Lor._ Your Blushes give you the lye, Sirrah; But for the Prince"s sake, and another reason I have, I will pardon you for once.
_Lau._ He has not done a fault, and needs it not.
_Lor._ Was he not alone with thee?
And is not that enough? Well, I see I am no _Italian_ In Punctillio"s of honourable Revenge.
There is but one experiment left to prove my self so; And if that fail, I"ll e"en renounce my Country.
--Boy, harkye,--there is a certain kindness You may do me, and get your pardon for being found here.
_Clo._ You shall command me any thing.
_Lor._ Prithee how long hast thou been set up for thy self, Hah?
_Clo._ As how, Sir?
_Lor._ Poh, thou understand"st me.
_Clo._ Indeed I do not, Sir; what is"t you mean?
_Lor._ A smooth-fac"d Boy, and ask such a Question?
Fy, fy, this Ignorance was ill counterfeited To me that understand the World.
_Clo._ Explain your self, Sir.
_Lor._ Lookye, ten or twenty Pistoles will do you No hurt, will it?
_Clo._ Not any, Sir.
_Lor._ Why, so, "tis well any thing will make thee Apprehend.
_Clo._ I shall be glad to serve you, Sir, without that fee.
_Lor._ That"s kindly said-- I see a Man must not be too easy of belief: had I been so, This Boy would have been at, what d"ye mean, Sir?
And, Lord, I understand you not.
Well, _Philibert_, here"s earnest to bind the Bargain; I am now in haste; when I see thee next, I"ll tell thee more. [_Lorenzo_ whispers to _Laura_.
_Clo._ This "tis to be a Favourite now; I warrant you I must do him some good office to the Prince, Which I"ll be sure to do.
_Lor._ Nay, it must be done, for she has us"d me basely; Oh, "tis a Baggage.
_Lau._ Let me alone to revenge you on _Isabella_, Get me but from this Imprisonment.
_Lor._ I will: whilst I hold the old Man in a dispute, Do you two get away; but be sure thou pay"st her home.
_Lau._ I warrant you, Sir, this was happy; Now shall I see _Curtius_.
_Lor._ _Philibert_, I advise you to have a care of Wenching: "twill spoil a good Face, And mar your better market of the two. [Ex. _Lor._
_Lau._ Come, let us haste, and by the way, I"ll tell thee Of a means that may make us all happy.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Grove.
Enter _Alberto_ melancholy.
_Alb._ _Antonio_ said he would be here, I"m impatient till he come--
Enter _Antonio_.
_Ant._ _Alberto_, I have such a Project for thee!
_Alb._ Hah-- [Gazes.
_Ant._ What ails thee, art thou well?
_Alb._ No.
_Ant._ Where art thou sick?
_Alb._ At Heart, _Antonio_, poison"d by thy Jealousy; --Oh, thou hast ruin"d me, undone my Quiet, And from a Man of reasonable Virtue, Hast brought me to a wild distracted Lover.
_Ant._ Explain your self.
_Alb._ Thou"st taught me, Friend, to love _Clarina_; Not, as I promis"d thee, to feign, but so, That I, unless I do possess that Object, I think must die; at best be miserable.
_Ant._ How, Sir, have I done this?
_Alb._ Yes, Antonio, thou hast done this.
_Ant._ My dear _Alberto_, said you that you lov"d her?
_Alb._ Yes, _Antonio_, against my will I do; As much against my will, as when I told her so; Urg"d by thy needless Stratagem.