Sir Sig. Kind! hang Kindness, Man, I’m resolv’d upon Conquest by Parly or by Force.
Gal. Spoke like a Roman of the first Race, when noble Rapes, not whining Courtship, did the Lover’s business.
Sir Sig. ‘Sha, Rapes, Man! I mean by force of Money, pure dint of Gold, faith and troth: for I have given 500 Crowns entrance already, & Par Dins Bacchus, ‘tis tropo Caro—tropo Caro, Mr. Galliard.
Gal. And what’s this high-priz’d Lady’s Name, Sir?
Sir Sig. La Silvianetta,—and lodges on the Corso, not far from St.
James’s of the Incurables—very well situated in case of disaster—hah.
Gal. Very well,—and did not your wise Worship know this Silvianetta was my Mistress?
Sir Sig. How! his Mistress! what a damn’d Noddy was I to name her!
[Aside.
Gal. D’ye hear, fool! renounce me this Woman instantly, or I’ll first discover it to your Governour, and then cut your throat, Sir.
Sir Sig. Oh, Doux Ment—dear Galliard—Renounce her,—Corpo de mi, that I will soul and body, if she belong to thee, Man.—
Gal. No more; look to’t—look you forget her Name—or but to think of her—farewel— [Nods at him.