Sir Sig. Ha, ha, ha, so now is my Governour gone in a Fustian-fume: well, he is ever thus when one talks of Whoring and Religion: but come, Sir, walk in, and I’ll undertake, my Tutor shall beg your Pardon, and renounce his English ill-bred Opinion; nay, his English Churches too—all but his own Vicaridge.
Fil. I have better diversion, Sir, I thank you—come, Julio, are you for a Walk in the Garden of Medices Villa, ‘tis hard by?—
Jul. I’ll wait on you— [Ex. Fil. and Julio.
Sir Sig. How in the Garden of Medices Villa?—but, harkye, Galliard, will the Ladies be there, the Curtezans, the Bona Roba’s, the Inamorata’s, and the Bell Ingrato’s, hah?
Gal. Oh, doubtless, Sir. [Exit. Gall.
Sir Sig. I’ll e’en bring my Governour thither to beg his Pardon, on purpose to get an opportunity to see the fine Women; it may be I may get a sight of my new Mistress, Donna Silvianetta, whom Petro is to bring me acquainted with.
[Exeunt.
ACT II.
SCENE I. The Gardens of the Villa Medici.
Enter Morosini and Octavio.