Enter Julio alone.
Jul. Now by this breaking Day-light I cou’d rave: I knew she mistook me last night, which made me so eager to improve my lucky Minutes. Sure, Galliard is not the Man, I long to know the Mystery;—hah—who’s here? —Fillamour!
Enter Fillamour met by Marcella in Man’s Clothes; they pass by each other, cock and justle.
Mar. I take it, you are he I look for, Sir.
Fil. My name is Fillamour.
Mar. Mine, Julio Sebastiano Morosini.
Jul. Hah, my Name, by Heaven! [Aside.
Fil. I doubt it not, since in that lovely Face I see the charming Image of Marcella.
Jul. Hah!
Mar. You might, e’er Travel ruffled me to Man. [Aside. —I shou’d return thy Praise whilst I survey thee, But that I came not here to compliment;—draw— [Draws.