[Going down the Scene, Enter Fil. and Gal.
Fil. Is not that Julio? Boy, run and call him back. [Ex. Boy, re-enters with Jul.
Jul. Oh, Fillamour, I have heard such killing news Since last I left thee—
Fil. What, prithee?
Jul. I had a Sister, Friend—dear as my Life,
And bred with all the Virtues of her Sex;
No Vestals at the Holy Fire employ’d themselves
In innocenter business than this Virgin;
Till Love, the fatal Fever of her Heart,
Betray’d her harmless Hours;
And just upon the point of being married,
The Thief stole in, and rob’d us of this Treasure:
She’as left her Husband, Parents, and her Honour,
And’s fled with the base Ruiner of her Virtue.
Fil. And lives the Villain durst affront ye thus?
Jul. He does.
Gal. Where, in what distant World?
Jul. I know not.
Fil. What is he call’d?