Gal. Do, salute her in good Company for an honest Woman—do, and spoil her Markets:—’twill be a pretty civil spiteful Compliment, and no doubt well taken;—come, I’ll convince ye, Sir. [Goes and pulls Philippa. —Harkye, thou kind Help meet for Man—thou gentle Child of Night—what is the Price of a Night or two ot Pleasure with yonder Lady—Euphemia, I mean, that Roman Curtezan—
Fil. Oh, Heavens! a Curtezan!
Phil. Sure you’re a great Stranger in Rome, that cannot tell her Price.
Gal. I am so; name it, prithee, here’s a young English Purchaser— Come forward, Man, and cheapen for your self— [Pulls him.
Phil. Oh, spare your pains, she wants no Customers.— [Flings away.
Fil. No, no, it cannot, must not be Marcella;
She has too much Divinity about her,
Not to defend her from all Imputation,
Scandal wou’d die to hear her Name pronounc’d.
Phil. Believe me, Madam, he knows you not; I over-heard all he said to that Cavalier, and find he’s much in love.
Mar. Not know me, and in love! punish him, Heaven, for his Falshood: but I’ll contribute to deceive him on, and ruin him with Perjury.
Fil. I am not yet convinc’d, I’ll try her farther. [Goes to her bowing.]—But, Madam, is that heavenly Beauty purchasable? I’ll pay a Heart, rich with such Wounds and Flames—
Gal. Not forgetting the Money too, good Lad, or your Wounds and Flames will be of little Use. [Gal. goes to Cornelia.