Gal. The Ass will still appear through all disguises, Nor can the Devil’s shape secure the Fool— [Kicks him, he runs out, as Cor. enters and holds Gal.
Cor. Hold, Tyrant—
Gal. Oh Women, Women, fonder in your Appetites Than Beasts, and more unnatural! For they but couple with their Kind, but you Promiscuously shuffle your Brutes together, The Fop of business with the lazy Gown-men —the learned Ass with the illiterate Wit—the empty Coxcomb with the Politician, as dull and insignificant as he; from the gay Fool made more a Beast by Fortune to all the loath’d infirmities of Age. Farewel—I scorn to croud with the dull Herd, or graze upon the Common where they fatten. [Goes out.
Phil. I know he loves, by this concern I know it, And will not let him part dissatisfied. [Goes out.
Cor. By all that’s good, I love him more each moment, and know he’s destin’d to be mine.—
[Enter Marcella.
—What hopes, Marcella? what is’t we next shall do?
Mar. Fly to our last reserve; come, let’s haste and dress in that disguise we took our flight from Viterbo in,—and something I resolve.
Cor. My soul informs me what—I ha’t! a Project worthy of us both— which whilst we dress I’ll tell thee,—and by which,
My dear Marcella, we will stand or fall:
‘Tis our last Stake we set; and have at all.