Lo. Honour is the Child of Virtue, and finds an Owner every where.
Alon. Oh, Sir, you are a Courtier, and have much the odds of a Souldier in Parleys of this nature: but hither I am come—
Lo. To be undone—Faith, thou look’st ill upon’t.
Alon. I confess I am not altogether so brisk as I should have been upon another Occasion; you know, Lovis, I have been us’d to [Christian] Liberty, and hate this formal Courtship. Pox on’t, wou’d ’twere over.
Lo. Where all Parties are agreed, there’s little need of that; and the Ladies of Spain, whatever Gravity they assume, are as ready as any you ever met withal.
Alon. But there’s a damn’d Custom that does not at all agree with Men so frank and gay as thou and I; there’s a deal of Danger in the Atchievement, which some say heightens the Pleasure, but I am of another Opinion.
Ped. Sir, there is a Female in a Veil has follow’d us ever since we came from Church.
Alon. Some amorous Adventure: See [Enter Olinda.] she advances: Prithee retire, there may be danger in it. [Puts Lovis back.
Lo. Oh then, I must by no means leave you. [Lovis advances.
Olin. Which of these two shall I chuse? [She looks on both.