ACT IV.
SCENE I.
Enter Fillamour and Galliard, as in Silvianetta’s Apartment.
Fil. How splendidly these common Women live!
How rich is all we meet with in this Palace;
And rather seems the Apartment of some Prince,
Than a Receptacle for Lust and Shame.
Gal. You see, Harry, all the keeping Fools are not in our Dominions; but this grave, this wise People, are Mistress-ridden too.
Fil. I fear we have mistook the House, and the Youth that brought us in may have deceived us, on some other design; however whilst I’ve this—I cannot fear—[Draws.
Gal. A good caution, and I’ll stand upon my guard with this; but see— here’s one will put us out of doubt. [Pulls a Pistol out of his pocket.
Fil. Hah! the fair Inchantress.
[Enter Mar. richly and loosely drest.
Mar. What, on your guard, my lovely Cavalier? Lies there a danger
In this Face and Eyes, that needs that rough resistance?
—Hide, hide that mark of Anger from my sight,
And if thou wou’dst be absolute Conquerer here,
Put on soft Looks, with Eyes all languishing,
Words tender, gentle Sighs, and kind Desires.