Cor. Curse on her Charms, she’ll make him love in earnest.
Lau. It is my Brother; and Report was false. [Going towards him.
Gal. How, her Brother! Gad, I’m sorry we are so near akin, with all my Soul; for I’m damnably pleas’d with her.
Lau. Ah, why do you shun my Arms? or are ye Air?
And not to be enclos’d in human Twines—
Perhaps you are the Ghost of that dead Lord,
That comes to whisper Vengeance to my Soul.
Gal. S’heart, a Ghost! This is an odd preparative to Love.
[Aside.
Cor, ‘Tis Laura, my Brother Julio’s Mistress, and Sister to Octavio.
Gal. Death, Madam! do not scare away my Love with Tales of Ghosts, and Fancies of the Dead. I’ll give ye Proofs I’m living loving Man, as errant an amorous Mortal as Heart can wish—I hope she will not jilt me too. [Aside.
Cor. So! he’s at his common Proof for all Arguments; if she shou’d take him at his Word now, and she’ll be sure to do’t.
Lau. Amiable Stranger, pardon the Mistake,
And charge it on a Passion for a Brother:
Devotion was not more retir’d than I,
Vestals or widow’d Matrons when they weep;
Till by a fatal Chance I saw in you,
The dear Resemblance of a murder’d Brother. [Weeps.
Jul. What the Devil can she mean by this? [Aside.