Jul. What mean these Lights in every Room, as if to make The day without the Sun, and quite destroy my Hopes!— Hah, Galliard here!
Cor. A Man! grant it some Lover, or some Husband, Heaven, Or any thing that will but spoil the Sport. The Lady! Oh, blast her, how fair she is!
Enter Laura with her Lute, drest in a careless rich Dress, followed by Sabina, to whom she gives her Lute, and Silvio.
Jul. Hah! ‘tis the same Woman.
[She sees Julio and starts.
Lau. A Stranger here! What Art can help me now? [She pauses.
Gal. By all my Joys, a lovely Woman ‘tis.
Lau. Help me, Deceit, Dissembling, all that’s Woman— [She starts and gazes on Gal. pulling Silvio.
Cor. Sure I shou’d know that Face.—
Lau. Ah, look, my Silvio, is’t not he?—it is! That Smile, that Air, that Mien, that Bow is his: ’.is he, by all my Hopes, by all my Wishes.
Gal. He! yes, yes, I am a He, I thank my Stars, And never blest ‘em half so much for being so, As for the dear Variety of Woman.