Gal. Why, faith, to thy comfort be it spoken, she does distribute her Charms at that easy rate.
Fil. Oh, the vast distance between an innocent Passion, and a poor faithless Lust!
Gal. Innocent Passion at Rome! Oh, ‘tis not to be nam’d but in some Northern Climate: to be an Anchoret here, is to be an Epicure in Greenland; impossibilities, Harry. Sure thou hast been advising with Sir Signal Buffoon’s Governour, that formal piece of Nonsense and Hypocrisy.
Fil. No, faith, I brought the humour along with me to Rome; and for your Governour I have not seen him yet, though he lodge in this same House with us, and you promis’d to bring me acquainted with him long since.
Gal. I’ll do’t this very minute.
Fil. No, I’m oblig’d not to engage my self this Evening, because I expect the arrival of Count Julio, whose last Letters assured me it would be to night.
Gal. Julio! What, the young Italian Count you made me acquainted with last Summer in England?
Fil. The same, the Ambassador’s Nephew, a good Youth, and one I esteem.
Enter Julio.
Jul. I hope my Page will bring intelligence who this Beauty is.