Cor. Faith, Stranger, I must consider first; she’s skilful in the Merchandize of Hearts, and has dealt in Love with so good success hitherto, she may lose one Venture, and never miss it in her Stock: but this is my first, and shou’d it prove to be a bad bargain, I were undone for ever.
Gal. I dare secure the Goods sound—
Cor. And I believe will not lie long upon my hands.
Gal. Faith, that’s according as you’ll dispose on’t, Madam—for let me tell you—gad, a good handsome proper Fellow is as staple a Commodity as any’s in the Nation;—but I wou’d be reserv’d for your own use. Faith, take a Sample to night, and as you like it, the whole Piece; and that’s fair and honest dealing I think, or the Devil’s in’t.
Cor. Ah, Stranger,—you have been so over-liberal for those same Samples of yours, that I doubt they have spoiled the sale of the rest; Cou’d you not afford, think ye, to throw in a little Love and Constancy, to inch out that want of Honesty of yours?
Gal. Love! oh, in abundance!
By those dear Eyes, by that soft smiling Mouth,
By every secret Grace thou hast about thee,
I love thee with a vigorous, eager Passion;
—Be kind, dear Silvianetta—prithee do,
Say you believe, and make me blest to Night.
Crap. Silvianetta! so, that’s the Name she has rifl’d for Cornelia, I perceive. [Aside.
Cor. If I shou’d be so kind-hearted, what good use wou’d you make of so obliging an Opportunity?
Gal. That which the happy Night was first ordain’d for.
Cor. Well, Signior, ‘tis coming on, and then I’ll try what Courage the Darkness will inspire me with:—till then—farewell.—