Tick. No, Sir, I am not afraid of Swords, but I am afraid of Danger.
Enter Gal. embracing Laura; after ‘em, Julio and Fil. Fil. looks about.
Gal. This Bravery, Sir, was wondrous.
Lau. ‘Twas only Justice, Sir, you being opprest with odds.
Fil. She’s gone, she’s gone in Triumph with my Soul.
Jul. What was the matter, Sir? how came this Mischief?
Fil. Oh, easily, Sir; I did but look, and infinitely loved.
Jul. And therefore were you drawn upon, or was it some old Pique?
Fil. I know not, Sir, Oh, tell me not of Quarrels. The Woman, Friend, the Woman has undone me.
Gal. Oh, a blessed Hearing! I’m glad of the Reformation: Sir, you were so squeamish, forsooth, that a Whore wou’d not down with ye; no, ‘twou’d spoil your Reputation.—