And all your other Senses should be ravish’d
With wonders of each kind great as your Beauty.
Clo. Lucia, methinks you have learnt to speak fine things.
Luc. I have a thousand more I’ve heard him say;
Oh, I could listen a whole Night to hear him talk:
But hark, I hear a Noise, the House is up,
And must not find us here.
Clo. Lock up this Box of Jewels for me.
Luc. Oh rare! what, did these come to night?
Clo. Yes, yes, away.