Lau. I have an easy Faith for all you say:—but yet however innocent he be, or dear to you, I beg he wou’d depart—he is so like my Brother’s Murderer, that one Look more wou’d kill me—
Jul. A Murderer! charge me with Cowardice, with Rapes or Treasons— Gods, a Murderer!
Cor. A Devil on her, she has robb’d the Sex of all their Arts of Cunning.
Gal. Pox on’t, thou’rt rude; go, in good Manners go.
Lau. I do conjure ye to torture me no more:
If you wou’d have me think you’re not that Murderer,
Be gone, and leave your Friend to calm my Heart
Into some kinder Thoughts.
Gal. Ay, prithee go, I’ll be sure to do thy Business for thee.
Cor. Yes, yes, you will not fail to do a friendly Part, no doubt—
Jul. ‘Tis but in vain to stay—I see she did mistake her Man last night, and ‘twas to Chance I am in debt for that good Fortune;—I will retire to shew my Obedience, Madam. [Exit. Jul. Gal. going to the door with him.
Lau. He’s gone, and left me Mistress of my Wish.
Descend, ye little winged Gods of Love,
Descend and hover round our Bower of Bliss;
Play all in various Forms about the Youth,
And empty all your Quivers at his Heart. [Aside.
[Gal. returns, she takes him by the hand.
—Advance, thou dearer to my Soul than Kindred,
Thou more than Friend or Brother.
Let meaner Souls base-born conceal the God;
Love owns his Monarchy within my Heart,
So Kings that deign to visit humble Roofs,
Enter disguis’d, but in a noble Palace,
Own their great Power, and shew themselves in Glory.
Gal. I am all Transport with this sudden Bliss, And want some kind Allay to fit my Soul for Recompence.