Gal. Till then a thousand times adieu.— [Blowing up kisses to her.
Phil. Ah, Madam, we’re undone,—yonder’s Crapine, your Uncle’s Valet.
Cor. Now a Curse on him; shall we not have one night with our Cavaliers?—let’s retire, and continue to out-wit him, or never more pretend to’t. Adieu, Signior Cavalier—remember Night.—
Gal. Or may I lose my Sense to all Eternity.
[Kisses his fingers and bows, she returns it for a while.
Exit. Crap.
Lau. Gods, that all this that looks at least like Love,
Shou’d be dispens’d to one insensible!
Whilst every syllable of that dear Value,
Whisper’d to me, wou’d make my Soul all Extasy. [Aside.
—Oh, spare that Treasure for a grateful Purchase;
And buy that common Ware with trading Gold,
Love is too rich a Price!—I shall betray my self.—[Aside.
Gal. Away, that’s an heretical Opinion, and which
This certain Reason must convince thee of;
That Love is Love, wherever Beauty is,
Nor can the Name of Whore make Beauty less.
Enter Marcella like a Man, with a Cloke about her.
Mar. Signior, is your Name Fillamour?
Fil. It is, what wou’d you, Sir?—