Mar. He tells you Truth, Sir, we are not like the Ladies of your Country, who tire out their Men with loving upon the square, Heart for Heart, till it becomes as dull as Matrimony: to Women of our Profession there’s no Rhetorick like ready Money, nor Billet-deux like Bills of Exchange.
Fil. Oh! that Heaven shou’d make two Persons so resembling, and yet such different Souls. [Looks on her.—’Sdeath, how she darts me through with every Look! But if she speak, she heals the Wound again.
Enter Octavio, with Followers.
Oct. Hah, my Rival Fillamour here! fall on—draw, Sir,—and say, I gave you one Advantage more, and fought thee fairly.
[Draws on Fil. who fights him out; the Ladies run off: Gal. falls on the Followers, with whom whilst he is engaged, enters Julio, _draws and assists him, and Laura at the same time on the other side. Enter Petro drest like a Civility-Master; Sir Signal and Tickletext: Sir_ Signal climbs a Tree, Tick runs his Head into a Bush, and lies on his Hands and Knees. Pet. assists_ Gal. and fights out the Bravoes. Pet. re-enters.
Lau. Hah, my Cavalier engag’d amongst the Slaves!
Pet. My Lady’s Lovers! and set upon by Octavio! We must be diligent in our Affairs; Sir Signal, where are ye? Signior Tickletext.—I hope they have not miscarried in the fray.
Sir Sig. Oh, vos Servitor, vos Signiora; miscarried! no, the Fool has Wit enough to keep out of harm’s way. [Comes down from the Tree.
Pet. Oh, very discreetly done, Signior.— [Sees Tick, in a bush, pulls him out by the heels.
Sir Sig. Why, how now, Governour, what, afraid of Swords?