Cor. Yes, yes, my forward Friend, you shall have an Allay, if all my Art can do’t, to damp thee even to Disappointment.
Gal. My Soul’s all Wonder; now let us retire, And gaze till I have softened it to Love. [Going out is met by Cor.
Cor. Madam!
Lau. More Interruption!—hah— [Turns.
Cor. My Master, the young Count Julio—
Lau. Julio!
Gal. What of him? [Aside.
Cor. Being just now arriv’d at Rome—
Lau. Heavens, arriv’d! [Aside.
Cor. Sent me to beg the Honour of waiting on you.