Jul. Fill’d with hopes of Success, at night I made her a Visit, and under her Window had a skirmish with some Rival, who was then serenading her.
Gal. Was’t he that fought us then.—[Aside.— But it seems you were not mistaken in the House— On with your Story pray—Death, I grow jealous now— [Aside.] You came at Night you said?
Jul. Yes, and was receiv’d at the door by the kind Silvianetta, who softly whisper’d me, come to my Bosom, and be safe for ever! and doubtless took me for some happier Man.
Lau. Confusion on him, ‘twas my very Language! [Aside raving.
Jul. Then led me by dark into her Chamber.
Cor. Oh, this damn’d lying Rascal! I do this? [Aside.
Jul. But oh, the things, the dear obliging things, the kind, the fair young Charmer said and did.
Gal. To thee!
Jul. To me.
Gal. Did Silvianetta do this, Silvianetta the Curtezan?