Lau. I durst not trust my Eyes, yet still I gaz’d,
And that encreas’d my Faith you were my Brother:
But since they err’d, and he indeed is dead,
Oh, give me leave to pay you all that Love,
That Tenderness and Passion that was his. [Weeping.
Cor. So, I knew she wou’d bring Matters about some way or other. Oh Mischief, Mischief, help me! S’life, I can be wicked enough when I have no use on’t! and now have, I’m as harmless as a Fool.
[_As Gal. is earnestly talking to Lau. Julio pulls him by the Sleeve.
Lau. Oh, save me, save me from the Murderer.
Jul. Hah!
Gal. A Murderer, where?
Lau. I faint, I die with horror of the Sight!
Gal. Hah—my Friend a Murderer! sure you mistake him, Madam; he saw not Rome till yesterday; an honest Youth, Madam, and one that knows his distance upon occasion!—S’life, how cam’st thou here?—prithee be gone and leave us.
Jul. Why, do you know this Lady, Sir?
Gal. Know her!—a—ay, ay,—Man—and all her Relations, she’s of Quality:—withdraw, withdraw—Madam—a—he is my Friend, and shall be civil.—