Jul. I know not neither,—some God direct me to the Ravisher! And if he scape my Rage, May Cowards point me out for one of their tame Herd.
Fil. In all your Quarrels I must join my Sword.
Gal. And if you want,—here’s another, Sir, that, though it be not often drawn in anger, nor cares to be, shall not be idle in good company.
Jul. I thank you both; and if I have occasion, will borrow their assistance; but I must leave you for a minute, I’ll wait on you anon.— [They all three walk as down the street, talking.
Enter Laura, with Silvio and her Equipage.
Lau. Beyond my wish, I’m got into his Friendship:
But Oh, how distant Friendship is from Love,
That’s all bestow’d on the fair Prostitute!
—Ah, Silvio, when he took me in his Arms,
Pressing my willing Bosom to his Breast,
Kissing my Cheek, calling me lovely Youth,
And wond’ring how such Beauty, and such Bravery,
Met in a Man so young! Ah, then, my Boy,
Then in that happy minute,
How near was I to telling all my Soul!
My Blushes and my Sighs were all prepar’d;
My Eyes cast down, my trembling Lips just parting.—
But still as I was ready to begin,
He cries out Silvianetta!
And to prevent mine, tells me all his Love.
—But see—he’s here.—
[Fill. and Gal. coming up the Scene.
Gal. Come, lay by all sullen Unresolves: for now the hour of the Berjere approaches, Night that was made for Lovers.—Hah! my Dear Sans-Coeur? my Life! my Soul! my Joy! Thou art of my opinion!
Lau. I’m sure I am, whate’er it be.
Gal. Why, my Friend here, and I, have sent and paid our Fine for a small Tenement of Pleasure, and I’m for taking present possession;—but hold—if you shou’d be a Rival after all.—