Mar. In this disguise we parted from Viterbo, attended only by Petro and Philippa: At Rome we took the Title and Habit of two Curtezans; both to shelter us from knowledge, and to oblige Fillamour to visit us, which we believ’d he would in curiosity; and yesterday it so fell out as we desired.
Fil. Howe’er my Eyes might be imposed upon, you see my Heart was firm to its first Object; can you forget and pardon the mistake?
Jul. She shall, and with Octavio’s and my Uncle’s leave,—thus make your Title good.— [Gives her to Fil.
Oct. ‘Tis vain to strive with Destiny. [Gives her.
Mor. With all my heart,—but where’s Cornelia all this while?
Gal. Here’s the fair Stragler, Sir. [Leads her to Mor. he holds his Cane up at her.
Mor. Why, thou Baggage, thou wicked Contriver of Mischief, what excuse had’st thou for running away? Thou had’st no Lover.
Cor. ‘Twas therefore, Sir, I went to find one; and if I am not mistaken in the mark, ‘tis this Cavalier I pitch upon for that use and purpose.
Gal. Gad, I thank ye for that,—I hope you’ll ask my leave first, I’m finely drawn in, i’faith—Have I been dreaming all this night of the possession of a new-gotten Mistress, to wake and find my self noos’d to a dull Wife in the morning?
Fil. Thou talk’st like a Man that never knew the Pleasures thou despisest; faith, try it, Frank, and thou wilt hate thy past loose way of living.