Lau. Sure, Stranger, you mistake.—
Cor. If, Madam, you are Laura Lucretia.—
Gal. Laura Lucretia! by Heaven, the very Woman he’s to marry. [Aside.
Lau. This would surprize a Virgin less resolv’d:
But what have I to do with ought but Love? [Aside.
—And can your Lord imagine this an Hour
To make a ceremonious Visit in?
Gal. Riddles by Love! or is’t some Trick again? [Aside.
Cor. Madam, where Vows are past, the want of Ceremony may be pardon’d.
Lau. I do not use to have my Will disputed, Be gone, and let him know I’ll be obey’d.
Cor. S’life, she’ll out-wit me yet,— [Aside. Madam, I see this Niceness is not general, —You can except some Lovers.
Gal. My pert young Confident, depart, and let your Master know he’ll find a better welcome from the fair vain Curtezan, la Silvianetta, where he has past the Night, and given his Vows.
Lau. Dearly devis’d, and I must take the hint. [Aside smiling.