Pet. So I design, Sir, as fast as I can—or lose my aim—there, Sir, there: All’s well—I have set you free, come follow me the back way into the house.
[Ex. Pet. and Tickletext.
Enter Fillamour and Marcella, with their Swords drawn, Gal. after ‘em.
Gal. A plague upon ‘em, what a quarter’s here for a Wench, as if there were no more i’th’ Nation?—wou’d I’d my Sword again. [Gropes for it.
Mar. Which way shall I direct him to be safer?—how is it, Sir? I hope you are not hurt.
Fil. Not that I feel, what art thou ask’st so kindly?
Mar. A Servant to the Roman Curtezan, who sent me forth to wait your coming, Sir; but finding you in danger, shar’d it with you.—Come, let me lead you into safety, Sir—
Fil. Thou’st been too kind to give me cause to doubt thee.
Mar. Follow me, Sir, this Key will give us entrance through the Garden. [Exeunt.
Enter Octavio with his Sword in his hand.