Aur. I’m satisfied he knows us by the jealous Concern which appears in that prying Countenance of his.
Beau. Stay, Cruel, is it Love or Curiosity, that wings those nimble Feet? [Holds her.
[Lucia above and Ariadne.]
Aria. Beaumond with a Woman!
Beau. Have you forgot this is the glorious Day that ushers in the Night shall make you mine? the happiest Night that ever favour’d Love!
La Nu. Or if I have, I find you’ll take care to remember me.
Beau. Sooner I could forget the Aids of Life, sooner forget how first that Beauty charm’d me.
La Nu. Well, since your Memory’s so good, I need not doubt your coming.
Beau. Still cold and unconcern’d! How have I doated, and how sacrific’d, regardless of my Fame, lain idling here, when all the Youth of Spain were gaining Honour, valuing one Smile of thine above their Laurels!
La Nu. And in return, I do submit to yield, preferring you above those fighting Fools, who safe in Multitudes reap Honour cheaper.