Cor. Hah! Fillamour!
Mar. My Courage fails me at the sight of him—I must retire.
Cor. And I’ll to my Art of Love.
[Mar. retires, and leans against a Tree,
Cor. walks about reading.
Gal. ‘Tis she, ‘tis Silvianetta: Prithee advance, that thou mayst behold her, and renounce all honest Women; since in that one young Sinner there are Charms that wou’d excuse even to thee all frailty.
Fil. The Forms of Angels cou’d not reconcile me To Women of her Trade.
Gal. This is too happy an Opportunity, to be lost in convincing thy Singularity,—
[Gal. goes bowing by the side of Cornelia. Fil.
walks about in the Scene.
—If Creatures so fair and charming as your self, had any need of Prayer,
I shou’d believe by your profound Attention you were at your Evening’s
Devotion.
Cor. That you may find your Mistake in the opinion of my Charms, pray believe I am so, and ought not to be interrupted.