Qu. Let all the Chambers too be fill’d with Lights;
There’s a Solemnity methinks in Night,
That does insinuate Love into the Soul,
And make the bashful Lover more assur’d.
Elv. Madam, You speak as if this were your first Enjoyment.
Qu. My first! Oh Elvira, his Power, like his Charms,
His Wit, or Bravery, every hour renews;
Love gathers Sweets like Flow’rs, which grow more fragrant,
The nearer they approach Maturity.
[Knock.
—Hark! ‘tis my Moor,—give him admittance strait,
The Thought comes o’er me like a gentle Gale,
Raising my Blood into a thousand Curls.
Elv. Madam, it is a Priest—
Qu. A Priest! Oh, send him quickly hence; I wou’d not have so cold and dull an Object, Meet with my nobler Sense, ‘tis mortifying.
Elv. Perhaps ‘tis some Petition from the Cardinal.
Qu. Why, what have I to do with Priest or Cardinal? Let him not enter—
[Elv. goes out, and returns with Roderigo drest like a Fryar.
Elv. From Abdelazer, Madam.
Qu. H’as named a Word will make all Places free.