_Aria._ You see how well he far"d for being modest.
_Will._ He might be modest, but "twas not over-civil to put her G.o.ddessship to asking first; thou seest I"m better bred-- Come let"s haste to silent Grots that attend us, dark Groves where none can see, and murmuring Fountains.
_Aria._ Stay, let me consider first, you are a Stranger, inconstant too as Island Winds, and every day are fighting for your Mistresses, of which you"ve had at least four since I saw you first, which is not a whole day.
_Will._ I grant ye, before I was a Lover I ran at random, but I"ll take up now, be a patient Man, and keep to one Woman a Month.
_Aria._ A Month!
_Will._ And a fair Reason, Child; time was, I wou"d have worn one Shirt, or one pair of Shoos so long as have let the Sun set twice upon the same Sin: but see the Power of Love; thou hast bewitched me, that"s certain.
_Aria._ Have a care of giving me the ascendent over ye, for fear I make ye marry me.
_Will._ Hold, I bar that cast, Child; no, I"m none of those Spirits that can be conjur"d into a Wedding-ring, and dance in the dull matrimonial Circle all my Days.
_Aria._ But what think you of a hundred thousand Crowns, and a Beauty of sixteen?
_Will._ As of most admirable Blessings: but harkye, Child, I am plaguily afraid thou"rt some scurvy honest thing of Quality by these odd Questions of thine, and hast some wicked Design upon my Body.
_Aria._ What, to have and to hold I"ll warrant.-- No Faith, Sir, Maids of my Quality expect better Jointures than a Buff-coat, Scarf and Feather: such Portions as mine are better Ornaments in a Family than a Captain and his Commission.
_Will._ Why well said, now thou hast explain"d thy self like a Woman of Honour-- Come, come, let"s away.
_Aria._ Explain my self! How mean ye?
_Will._ --Thou say"st I am not fit to marry thee-- and I believe this a.s.signation was not made to tell me so, nor yet to hear me whistle to the Birds.
_Aria._ Faith no, I saw you, lik"d ye, and had a mind to ye.
_Will._ Ay, Child--
_Aria._ In short, I took ye for a Man of Honour.
_Will._ Nay, if I tell the Devil take me.
_Aria._ I am a Virgin in Distress.
_Will._ Poor Heart.
_Aria._ To be marry"d within a Day or two to one I like not.
_Will._ Hum-- and therefore wouldst dispose of a small Virgin Treasure (too good for silly Husbands) in a Friend"s Hands: faith, Child-- I was ever a good religious charitable Christian, and shall acquit my self as honestly and piously in this Affair as becomes a Gentleman.
Enter _Abevile_ with Musick.
_Abev._ Come away, are ye all arm"d for the Business?
_Aria._ Hah, arm"d! we are surpriz"d again.
_Will._ Fear not. [Draws.
_Aria._ Oh G.o.d, Sir, haste a way, you are already wounded: but I conjure you, as a Man of Honour, be here at the Garden Gate to night again, and bring a Friend, in case of Danger, with you; and if possible I"ll put my self into your Hands, for this Night"s Work has ruin"d me-- [Speaking quick, and pushing him forwards runs off.
_Abev._ My Master sure not gone yet-- [Peeping advancing.
_Will._ Rascals, tho you are odds, you"ll find hot Work in vanquishing.
[Falls on "em.
_Abev._ Hold, Sir, I am your Page. Do you not know me? and these the Musick you commanded-- shall I carry "em where you order"d, Sir?
_Will._ They take me for some other, this was lucky. [Aside.]
O, aye-- "tis well-- I"ll follow-- but whither?-- Plague of my dull Mistakes, the Woman"s gone-- yet stay-- [Calls "em.
For now I think on"t, this Mistake may help me to another-- stay-- I must dispose of this mad Fire about me, which all these Disappointments cannot lay-- Oh for some young kind Sinner in the nick-- How I cou"d souse upon her like a Bird of Prey, and worry her with Kindness.
[Aside.] --Go on, I follow.
[Exeunt.
Scene changes to _La Nuche"s_ House.
Enter _Petronella_ and _Aurelia_ with Light.
_Aur._ Well, the Stranger is in Bed, and most impatiently expects our Patrona, who is not yet returned.
_Pet._ Curse of this Love! I know she"s in pursuit of this Rover, this _English_ Piece of Impudence; Pox on "em, I know nothing good in the whole Race of "em, but giving all to their Shirts when they"re drunk.
What shall we do, _Aurelia_? This Stranger must not be put off, nor _Carlo_ neither, who has fin"d again as if for a new Maidenhead.
_Aur._ You are so covetous, you might have put "em off, but now "tis too late.
_Pet._ Put off! Are these Fools to be put off think ye? a fine Fop _Englishman_, and an old doating Grandee?-- No, I cou"d put the old trick on "em still, had she been here but to have entertain"d "em: but hark, one knocks, "tis _Carlo_ on my Life--
Enter _Carlo_, gives _Petronella_ Gold.
_Car._ Let this plead for me.
_Pet._ Sweet Don, you are the most eloquent Person.
_Car._ I would regale to night-- I know it is not mine, but I"ve sent five hundred Crowns to purchase it, because I saw another bargaining for"t; and Persons of my Quality must not be refus"d: you apprehend me.
_Pet._ Most rightly-- that was the Reason then she came so out of Humour home-- and is gone to Bed in such a sullen Fit.
_Car._ To Bed, and all alone! I would surprize her there. Oh how it pleases me to think of stealing into her Arms like a fine Dream, Wench, hah.
_Aur._ "Twill be a pleasant one, no doubt.
_Pet._ He lays the way out how he"ll be cozen"d. [Aside.]
--The Seigniora perhaps may be angry, Sir, but I"ll venture that to accommodate you; and that you may surprize her the more readily, be pleased to stay in my Chamber, till you think she may be asleep.
_Car._ Thou art a perfect Mistress of thy Trade.