Sil. But then your Brother, Count Octavio, do you not fear his Jealousy?
Lau. Octavio! Oh, Nature has set his Soul and mine at odds, And I can know no Fear but where I love.
Sil. And then that thing which Ladies call their Honour.—
Lau. Honour, that hated Idol, even by those
That set it up to worship! No,
I have a Soul, my Boy, and that’s all Love;
And I’ll the Talent which Heaven lent improve.
[Going out, meets Marcella and Cornelia follow’d by Gal. and Fil.
Sil. Here be the Curtezans, my Lord.
Lau. Hah, Silvianetta and Euphemia! pursu’d too by my Cavalier! I’ll round the Garden, and mix my self amongst ‘em. [Exit with Silvio and her Train.
Mar. Prithee, Sister, let’s retire into the Grove, to avoid the Pursuit of these Cavaliers.
Cor. Not I, by these killing Eyes! I’ll stand my ground were there a thousand, all arm’d with conquering Beauty.
Mar. Hah—now on my Conscience yonder’s Fillamour.