Gal. Go and be ruin’d quite, she has the Knack of doing it.
Sil. I’ll warrant ye, Madam, for my Part. [Ex. Laura and Sabina.
Gal. I have a damn’d hankering after this Woman: why cou’d I not have put the cheat on her, as Julio has? I stand as little on my Word as he: a good round Oath or two had done the Business.—But a pox on’t, I lov’d too well to be so wise.
[Silvio comes up to him.
Sil. Con licentia, Signior; is your Name Galliard?
Gal. I am the Man, sweet Heart,—let me behold thee—hah—Sans Coeur’s Page!
Sil. A duce of his Lanthorn, what shall I say now?—Softly, Signior, I am that Page whose chiefest Business is to attend my Lord’s Mistress, Sir.
Cor. His Mistress! whose Mistress, what Mistress? S’life, how that little Word has nettled me! [Aside, listening close.
Gal. Upon my Life, the Woman that he boasted of— [Aside, hugging of himself.] —A fair young amorous—noble—Wanton—a—And she wou’d speak with me, my lovely Boy?
Sil. You have prevented the Commands I had; but should my Lord know of it—