Lau. S’heart, I’ll be bound to lie with all the Women in Rome, with less ado than you are brought to one.
Gal. Hear ye that, Henry? s’death, art not asham’d to be instructed by one so young!—But see—the Star there appears,—the Star that conducts thee to the Shore of Bliss,—She comes! let’s feel thy [Marcella and Cornelia above with_ Philippa.] Heart, she comes! So breaks the Day on the glad Eastern Hills, Or the bright God of Rays from _Thetis’. Lap: A Rapture, now, dear Lad, and then fall to; for thou art old Dog at a long Grace.
Fil. Now I’m mere Man again, with all his Frailties— [Aside. —Bright lovely Creature!—
Gal. Damn it, how like my Lady’s eldest Son was that?
Fil. May I hope my Sacrifice may be accepted by you; by Heaven, it must be she! still she appears more like.— [Aside.
Mar. I’ve only time to tell you Night approaches, And then I will expect you.
Enter Crapine, gazes on the Ladies.
Crap. ‘Tis she, Donna Marcella, on my life, with the young wild Cornelia!—hah—yonder’s the English Cavalier too; nay then, by this Hand I’ll be paid for all my fruitless jaunts, for this good news—stay, let me mark the House.—
Mar. Now to my Disguise. [Ex. Marcella.
Gal. And have you no kind message to send to my Heart? cannot this good Example instruct you how to make me happy?