Oct. Oh! what damn’d luck had I so poorly to be vanquisht! When all is hush’d, I know he will return,—therefore I’ll fix me here, till I become a furious Statue—but I’ll reach his heart.
Sir Sig. Oh lamentivolo fato—what bloody Villains these Popish Italians are!
Enter Julio.
Oct. Hah—I hear one coming this way—hah—the door opens too, and he makes toward it—pray Heaven he be the right, for this I’m sure’s the House.—Now, Luck, an’t be thy will— [Follows Julio towards the door softly.
Jul. The Rogues are fled, but how secure I know not;— And I’ll pursue my first design of Love, And if this Silvianetta will be kind—
Enter Laura from the House in a Night-gown.
Lau. Whist—who is’t names Silvianetta?
Jul. A Lover, and her Slave— [She takes him by the hand.
Lau. Oh, is it you,—are you escap’d unhurt? Come to my Bosom—and be safe for ever—
Jul. ‘Tis Love that calls, and now Revenge must stay, —This hour is thine, fond Boy; the next that is my own I’ll give to Anger.—