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_Jul_. Then led me by dark into her Chamber.

_Cor_. Oh, this damn'd lying Rascal! I do this? [_Aside_.

_Jul_. But oh, the things, the dear obliging things, the kind, the fair
young Charmer said and did.

_Gal_. To thee!

_Jul_. To me.

_Gal_. Did _Silvianetta_ do this, _Silvianetta_ the Curtezan?

_Jul_. That passes, Sir, for such, but is indeed of Quality.

_Cor_. This Stranger is the Devil, how shou'd he know that Secret else?

_Jul_. She told me too 'twas for my sake alone, whom from the first
Minute she saw she lov'd, she had assum'd that Name and that Disguise,
the sooner to invite me.

_Lau_. 'Tis plain, the things I utter'd!--Oh, my Heart!

_Gal_. Curse on the publick Jilt, the very Flattery she wou'd have past
on me.

_Cor_. Pox take him, I must draw on him, I cannot hold. [_Aside_.

_Gal_. Was ever such a Whore?

_Lau_. Oh, that I knew this Man, whom by mistake I lavisht all the
Secrets of my Soul to! [_Aside_.

_Jul_. I prest for something more than dear Expressions,
And found her yield apace;
But sighing, told me of a fatal Contract,
She was oblig'd to make to one she never saw;
And yet if I wou'd vow to marry her, when she cou'd prove
To merit it, she wou'd deny me nothing.

_Lau_. 'Twas I, by Heaven, that heedless Fool was I.

_Jul_. Which I with Lover's' eager Joy perform'd,
And on my Knees utter'd the hasty Words,
Which she repeated o'er, and gave me back.

_Gal_. So, he has swallow'd with a vengeance the very Bait she had
prepar'd for me, or any body that wou'd bite. [_Aside_.

_Jul_. But e'er I cou'd receive the dear Reward of all my Vows,
I was drawn upon by a Man that lay hid in her Chamber;
Whether by chance or design I know not; who fought me out,
And was the same you found me engag'd with.

_Cor_. A pleasant Rascal this, as e'er the Devil taught his Lesson to.

_Gal_. So, my Comfort is, she has jilted him too most damnably.

_Cor_. Slife, I have anger enough to make me valiant; why shou'd I not
make use on't, and beat this lying Villain whilst the Fit holds?

_Gal_. And you design to keep these Vows, though you're contracted to
another Woman?

_Jul_. I neither thought of breaking those, or keeping these;
My Soul was all employ'd another way.

_Lau_. It shall be so, _Silvio_,--I've thought upon a way that must
redeem all:--hark and observe me.
[_Takes_ Sil. _and whispers to him_.

_Jul_. But I'm impatient to pursue my Adventure, which
I must endeavour to do, before the Light discover the
Mistake.--Farewel, Sir.
[_Ex_. Julio.

_Gal_. Go and be ruin'd quite, she has the Knack of doing it.

_Sil_. I'll warrant ye, Madam, for my Part.
[_Ex_. Laura and Sabina.

_Gal_. I have a damn'd hankering after this Woman: why cou'd I not have
put the cheat on her, as _Julio_ has? I stand as little on my Word as he:
a good round Oath or two had done the Business.--But a pox on't, I lov'd
too well to be so wise.

[Silvio _comes up to him_.

_Sil_. _Con licentia_, Signior; is your Name _Galliard_?

_Gal_. I am the Man, sweet Heart,--let me behold thee--hah--_Sans
Coeur's_ Page!

_Sil_. A duce of his Lanthorn, what shall I say now?--Softly, Signior, I
am that Page whose chiefest Business is to attend my Lord's Mistress,
Sir.

_Cor_. His Mistress! whose Mistress, what Mistress? S'life, how that
little Word has nettled me!
[_Aside, listening close_.

_Gal_. Upon my Life, the Woman that he boasted of--
[_Aside, hugging of himself_.]
--A fair young amorous--noble--Wanton--a--And she wou'd speak with me, my
lovely Boy?

_Sil_. You have prevented the Commands I had; but should my Lord know of
it--

_Gal_. Thou wert undone, I understand thee--
And will be secret as a Confessor,
As lonely Shades, or everlasting Night.
Come, lead the way.

_Cor_. Where I will follow thee, though to the Bed of her thou'rt going
to, and even prevent thy very Business there. [_Aside_.]

[_Exeunt_.

SCENE II. _A Chamber_.

_Enter_ Laura, _as before, in a Night-Gown_.

_Lau_. Now for a Power that never yet was known
To charm this Stranger quickly into Love.
Assist my Eyes, thou God of kind Desires;
Inspire my Language with a moving Force,
That may at once gain and secure the Victory.

_Enter_ Silvio.

_Sil_. Madam, your Lover's here: your time's but short; consider too,
Count _Julio_ may arrive.

_Lau_. Let him arrive; having secur'd my self of what I love,
I'll leave him to complain his unknown Loss
To careless Winds as pitiless as I--_Silvio_, see the Rooms
Be fill'd with Lights, whilst I prepare my self to entertain him.
Darkness shall ne'er deceive me more--

[_Enter to_ Sil. Gal. _gazing about him_,
Cor. _peeping at the Door_.

_Gal_. All's wondrous rich,--gay as the Court of Love,
But still and silent as the Shades of Death;
--Hah--Musick! and excellent!
[_Soft Musick whilst they speak_.
Pox on't--but where's the Woman?--I need no preparation.--

_Cor_. No, you are always provided for such Encounters, and can fall to
_sans_ Ceremony,--but I may spoil your Stomach.
[_A Song tuning_.

_Gal_. A Voice too! by Heaven, and 'tis a sweet one:
Grant she be young, and I'll excuse the rest,
Yet vie for Pleasure with the happiest _Roman_.

[_The Song as by_ Laura, _after which soft Musick till she enters_.

The SONG by a Person of Quality.

_Farewel the World and mortal Cares,
The ravished Strephon cry'd,
As full of Joy and tender Tears
He lay by Phillis' side:
Let others toil for Wealth and Fame,
Whilst not one Thought of mine
At any other Bliss shall aim,
But those dear Arms, but those dear Arms of thine.

Still let me gaze in thy bright Eyes,
And hear thy charming Tongue;
I nothing ask t'increase my Joys,
But thus to feel 'em long.
In close Embraces let us lie,
And spend our Lives to come;
Then let us both together die,
And be each other's, be each other's Tomb_.

--Death, I'm fir'd already with her Voice--

_Cor_. So, I am like to thrive.--

_Enter_ Julio.

_Jul_. What mean these Lights in every Room, as if to make
The day without the Sun, and quite destroy my Hopes!--
Hah, _Galliard_ here!

_Cor_. A Man! grant it some Lover, or some Husband, Heaven,
Or any thing that will but spoil the Sport.
The Lady! Oh, blast her, how fair she is!

_Enter_ Laura _with her Lute, drest in a careless rich Dress,
followed by_ Sabina, _to whom she gives her Lute, and_ Silvio.

_Jul_. Hah! 'tis the same Woman.
[_She sees_ Julio _and starts_.

_Lau_. A Stranger here! What Art can help me now?
[_She pauses_.

_Gal_. By all my Joys, a lovely Woman 'tis.

_Lau_. Help me, Deceit, Dissembling, all that's Woman--
[_She starts and gazes on_ Gal. _pulling_ Silvio.

_Cor_. Sure I shou'd know that Face.--

_Lau_. Ah, look, my _Silvio_, is't not he?--it is!
That Smile, that Air, that Mien, that Bow is his:
'Tis he, by all my Hopes, by all my Wishes.

_Gal_. He! yes, yes, I am a He, I thank my Stars,
And never blest 'em half so much for being so,
As for the dear Variety of Woman.

_Cor_. Curse on her Charms, she'll make him love in earnest.

_Lau_. It is my Brother; and Report was false.
[_Going towards him_.

_Gal_. How, her Brother! Gad, I'm sorry we are so near akin, with all my
Soul; for I'm damnably pleas'd with her.

_Lau_. Ah, why do you shun my Arms? or are ye Air?
And not to be enclos'd in human Twines--
Perhaps you are the Ghost of that dead Lord,
That comes to whisper Vengeance to my Soul.

_Gal_. S'heart, a Ghost! This is an odd preparative to Love.
[_Aside_.

_Cor_, 'Tis Laura, my Brother _Julio's_ Mistress, and Sister to
_Octavio_.

_Gal_. Death, Madam! do not scare away my Love with Tales of Ghosts, and
Fancies of the Dead. I'll give ye Proofs I'm living loving Man, as errant
an amorous Mortal as Heart can wish--I hope she will not jilt me too.
[_Aside_.

_Cor_. So! he's at his common Proof for all Arguments; if she shou'd take
him at his Word now, and she'll be sure to do't.

_Lau_. Amiable Stranger, pardon the Mistake,
And charge it on a Passion for a Brother:
Devotion was not more retir'd than I,
Vestals or widow'd Matrons when they weep;
Till by a fatal Chance I saw in you,
The dear Resemblance of a murder'd Brother. [_Weeps_.

_Jul_. What the Devil can she mean by this? [_Aside_.

_Lau_. I durst not trust my Eyes, yet still I gaz'd,
And that encreas'd my Faith you were my Brother:
But since they err'd, and he indeed is dead,
Oh, give me leave to pay you all that Love,
That Tenderness and Passion that was his. [_Weeping_.

_Cor_. So, I knew she wou'd bring Matters about some way or other. Oh
Mischief, Mischief, help me! S'life, I can be wicked enough when I have
no use on't! and now have, I'm as harmless as a Fool.

[_As Gal. _is earnestly talking to_ Lau. Julio _pulls him
by the Sleeve_.

_Lau_. Oh, save me, save me from the Murderer.

_Jul_. Hah!

_Gal_. A Murderer, where?

_Lau_. I faint, I die with horror of the Sight!

_Gal_. Hah--my Friend a Murderer! sure you mistake him, Madam; he saw not
Rome till yesterday; an honest Youth, Madam, and one that knows his
distance upon occasion!--S'life, how cam'st thou here?--prithee be gone
and leave us.

_Jul_. Why, do you know this Lady, Sir?

_Gal_. Know her!--a--ay, ay,--Man--and all her Relations, she's of
Quality:--withdraw, withdraw--Madam--a--he is my Friend, and shall be
civil.--

_Lau_. I have an easy Faith for all you say:--but yet however innocent he
be, or dear to you, I beg he wou'd depart--he is so like my Brother's
Murderer, that one Look more wou'd kill me--

_Jul_. A Murderer! charge me with Cowardice, with Rapes or Treasons--
Gods, a Murderer!

_Cor_. A Devil on her, she has robb'd the Sex of all their Arts of
Cunning.

_Gal_. Pox on't, thou'rt rude; go, in good Manners go.

_Lau_. I do conjure ye to torture me no more:
If you wou'd have me think you're not that Murderer,
Be gone, and leave your Friend to calm my Heart
Into some kinder Thoughts.

_Gal_. Ay, prithee go, I'll be sure to do thy Business for thee.

_Cor_. Yes, yes, you will not fail to do a friendly Part, no doubt--

_Jul_. 'Tis but in vain to stay--I see she did mistake her Man last
night, and 'twas to Chance I am in debt for that good Fortune;--I will
retire to shew my Obedience, Madam.
[_Exit_. Jul. Gal. _going to the door with him_.

_Lau_. He's gone, and left me Mistress of my Wish.
Descend, ye little winged Gods of Love,
Descend and hover round our Bower of Bliss;
Play all in various Forms about the Youth,
And empty all your Quivers at his Heart. [_Aside_.
[Gal. _returns, she takes him by the hand_.
--Advance, thou dearer to my Soul than Kindred,
Thou more than Friend or Brother.
Let meaner Souls base-born conceal the God;
Love owns his Monarchy within my Heart,
So Kings that deign to visit humble Roofs,
Enter disguis'd, but in a noble Palace,
Own their great Power, and shew themselves in Glory.

_Gal_. I am all Transport with this sudden Bliss,
And want some kind Allay to fit my Soul for Recompence.

_Cor_. Yes, yes, my forward Friend, you shall have an Allay, if all my
Art can do't, to damp thee even to Disappointment.

_Gal_. My Soul's all Wonder; now let us retire,
And gaze till I have softened it to Love.
[_Going out is met by_ Cor.

_Cor_. Madam!

_Lau_. More Interruption!--hah--
[_Turns_.

_Cor_. My Master, the young Count _Julio_--

_Lau. Julio_!

_Gal_. What of him? [_Aside_.

_Cor_. Being just now arriv'd at _Rome_--

_Lau_. Heavens, arriv'd! [_Aside_.

_Cor_. Sent me to beg the Honour of waiting on you.

_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_.

_Cor_. He knows me sure, and says all this to plague me. [_Aside_.
My Lord, my Master with a Curtezan! he's but just now arriv'd.

_Gal_. A pretty forward saucy lying Boy this; and may do well in time.--
Madam, believe him not, I saw his Master yesterday,--convers'd with him.
--I know him, he's my Friend;--'twas he that parted hence but now, he
told me all his Passion for a Curtezan scarce half an hour since.

_Cor_. So!

_Lau_. I do not doubt it, Oh, how I love him for this seasonable Lye:
--And can you think I'll see a perjur'd Man, [_To_ Cor.
Who gives my interest in him to another?
--Do I not help ye out most artfully?--
[_Aside. Laughing to_ Gal.

_Cor_. I see they are resolv'd to out-face me.

_Gal_. Nay, vow'd to marry her.

_Lau_. Heavens, to marry her!

_Cor_. To be conquer'd at my own Weapon too!--Lying! 'tis a hard case.--
[_Aside_.

_Gal_. Go, Boy, you may be gone; you have you Answer, Child, and may
depart--Come, Madam, let us leave him.

_Cor_. Gone, no help! Death, I'll quarrel with him,--nay, fight him,--
damn him,--rather than lose him thus.--Stay, Signior. [_Pulls him_.]--You
call me Boy--but you may find your self mistaken, Sir,--And know--I've
that about me may convince ye.
[_Shewing his Sword_.
--'Thas done some Execution.

_Gal_. Prithee, on whom or what? small Village Curs?
The barking of a Mastiff wou'd unman thee.
[_Offers to go_.

_Cor_. Hold--follow me from the Refuge of her Arms;
As thou'rt a Man, I do conjure thee do't:--I
hope he will, I'll venture beating for't. [_Aside_.

_Gal_. Yes, my brisk little Rascal, I will a--a--

_Lau_. By all that's good, you shall not stir from hence;
ho, who waits there, _Antonio, Silvio, Gaspero_?
[_Enter all_.]
--take that fierce Youth, and bear him from my sight.

_Cor_. You shall not need; s'life, these rough Rogues will be too hard
for me; I've one prevention left,--farewel.

_May'st thou supply her with as feeble Art,
As I should do, were I to play thy part_.

[_Goes out with the rest_.

_Gal_. He's gone, now let's redeem our blessed Minutes lost.

[_Go in_.

SCENE III. _Changes to the Street_.--Piazo d'Hispagnia.

_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_.

_Fil_. Why, cause thou'rt like _Marcella?_

_Mar_. That were sufficient reason for thy Hate,
But mine's because thou hast betray'd her basely.
--She told me all the story of her Love,
How well you meant, how honestly you swore,
And with a thousand Tears imploy'd my Aid
To break the Contract she was forc'd to make
T' _Octavio_, and give her to your Arms:
I did, and brought you word of our Design,
--I need not tell ye what returns you made;
Let it suffice, my Sister was neglected,
Neglected for a Curtezan,--a Whore;
I watcht, and saw each Circumstance of Falshood.

_Jul_. Damnation! what means this?

_Fil_. I scorn to save my Life by Lyes or Flatteries;
But credit me, the Visit that I made
I durst have sworn had been to my _Marcella_;
Her Face, her Eyes, her Beauty was the same,
Only the business of her Language differ'd,
And undeceiv'd my hope.

_Mar_. In vain thou think'st to flatter me to Faith,--
When thou'dst my Sister's Letter in thy hand, which ended that dispute,
Even then I saw with what regret you read it;
What care you took to disobey it too--
The shivering Maid, half dead with fears and terrors of the Night,
In vain expected a Relief from Love or thee.
Draw, that I may return her the glad news I have reveng'd her.

_Jul_. Hold, much mistaken Youth; 'tis I am _Julio_,
Thou, _Fillamour_, know'st my name, know'st I arriv'd
But yesterday at _Rome_, and heard the killing News
Of both my Sisters Flights, _Marcella_ and _Cornelia_,--
And thou art some Imposture. [_To_ Marcella.

_Mar_. If this now shou'd be true, I were in a fine condition.--
[_Aside_.

_Fil_. Fled! _Marcella_ fled!

_Jul_. 'Twas she I told thee yesterday was lost;
But why art thou concern'd?--explain the Mystery.

_Fil_. I lov'd her more than Life; nay, even than Heaven;
And dost thou question my concern for her?
Say how, and why, and whither is she fled?

_Jul_. Oh, wou'd I knew, that I might kill her in her Lover's Arms;
Or if I found her innocent, restore her to _Octavio_.

_Fil_. To _Octavio_! and is my Friendship of so little worth,
You cannot think I merit her?

_Jul_. This is some trick between 'em; but I have sworn

Most solemnly, have sworn by Heaven and my Honour
To resign her, and I will do't or die--
Therefore declare quickly, declare where she is,
Or I will leave thee dead upon the place. [_To_ Marcella.

_Mar_. So, Death or _Octavio_, a pretty hopeful Choice this!

_Fil_. Hold! by Heaven, you shall not touch a single hair, thus--will I
guard the Secret in his bosom.
[_Puts himself between 'em, draws_.

_Jul_. 'Tis plain thou'st injur'd me,--and to my Honour I'll sacrifice my
Friendship, follow me.
[_Ex_. Jul. Fil.

_Enter_ Petro _and_ Cornelia.

_Mar_. Ah, _Petro_, fly, fly, swift and rescue him.--
[_Ex_. Pet. _with his Sword in his hand_.

_Cor_. Oh, have I found thee, fit for my purpose too? Come, haste along
with me,--thou must present my Brother _Julio_ instantly, or I am lost,
and my Project's lost, and my Man's lost, and all's lost.

_Enter_ Petro.

_Pet_. _Victoria, Victoria_, your Cavalier's the Conqueror; the other
wounded in his Sword-hand, was easily disarmed.

_Mar_. Then let's retire, if I am seen I'm lost;--_Petro_, stay here for
the Cavalier, and conduct him to me to this house;--I must be speedy
now.--

_Cor_. Remember this is _Julio_.
[_Pointing to_ Marcella.

_Pet_. I know your design, and warrant ye my part:--hah,
_Octavio_
[_Exeunt_.

_Enter_ Octavio, Morosini _and_ Crapine.

_Oct_. Now, Cowardice, that everlasting Infamy, dwell ever on my face,
that Men may point me out that hated Lover that saw his Mistress false,
stood tamely by whilst she repeated Vows; nay, was so infamous, so dully
tame, to hear her swear her Hatred and Aversion, yet still I calmly
listen'd; though my Sword were ready, and did not cut his throat for't.

_Mor_. I thought you'd said you'd fought.

_Oct_. Yes, I did rouze at last, and wak'd my Wrongs;
But like an Ass, a patient Fool of Honour,
I gave him friendly notice I wou'd kill him;
And fought like Prizers, not as angry Rivals.

_Mor_. Why, that was handsome,--I love fair play; what wou'd you else
have done?

_Oct_. Have fall'n upon him like a sudden Storm,
[_Enter_ Pet. _and_ Fill.]
quick unexpected in his height of Love:--see--see yonder; or I'm mistaken
by this glimmering Day, or that is _Fillamour_ now entering at her door;
'tis he, by my Revenge--What say you, Sir?

_Mor_. By th' Mass, I think 'twas he--

[_Enter_ Julio.

_Oct_. _Julio_, I've caught the Wantons in their Toil, I have 'em fast,
thy Sister and her Lover.
[_Embraces him_.

_Jul_. Eternal Shame light on me if they scape then.

_Oct_. Follow me quick, whilst we can get Admittance.

_Jul_. Where--here?

_Oct_. Here,--come all and see her Shame and my Revenge.

_Jul_. And are you not mistaken in the House?

_Oct_. Mistaken! I saw the Ravisher enter just now, thy Uncle saw it too;
Oh, my excessive Joy! come, if I lye--say I'm a Dog, a Villain.

[_Exeunt as into the House_.

SCENE IV. _Changes to a Chamber_.

_Enter_ Sir Signal _a little groping_.

Sir _Sig_. There's no finding my way out,--and now does Fear make me
fancy this some inchanted Castle.--

_Enter_ Tick, _listening_.

_Tick_. Hah, an inchanted Castle!

Sir _Sig_. Belonging to a monstrous Giant; who having spirited away the
King of _Tropicipopican's_ Daughter, keeps her here inclos'd, and that I
a wandring Knight am by fickle Fortune sent to her Deliverance.
[Tick _listens_.

_Tick_. How's that! spirited away the King of _Tropicipopican's_
Daughter; bless me, what unlawful Wickedness is practis'd in this Romish
Heathenish Country! [_Aside_.

Sir _Sig_. And yet the Devil of any Dwarf, Squire or Damsel have I met
with yet,--wou'd I were cleanlily off this business--hah, Lights, as I
live, and People coming this way!--bless me from the Giant!--Oh Lord,
what shall I do!--
[_Falls on his Knees_.

_Tick_. I fear no Giants, having Justice on my Side; but Reputation makes
me tender of my Person.--Hah--what's this, a Curtain; I'll wind my self
in this, it may secure me.
[_Winds himself in a Window-Curtain_.

Sir _Sig_.--They're entering, what shall I do?--hah--here's a Corner;
defend me from a Chimney.

[_Creeps to the Corner of the Window, and feels a space
between Tick's Legs and the Corner; creeps in, and
stands up just behind_ Tickletext. _Enter_ Gal. _leading_
Laura; Sab. _with Lights just after 'em_; Jul. Oct.
Mor. _and_ Crap.

_Oct_. Just in the happy Minute!

_Gal_. I've sworn by every God, by every Power divine, to marry thee, and
save thee from the Tyranny of a forc'd Contract.--Nay, Gad, if I lose a
fine Wench for want of Oaths this bout, the Devil's in me.

_Oct_. What think ye now, Sir?

_Jul_. Damnation on her, set my Rage at Liberty,
That I may kill 'em both.

[Mor. _holds him_.

_Mor_. I see no cause for that, she may be virtuous yet.

_Oct_. Do ye think as such to pass her off on me,
Or that I'll bear the Infamy of your Family?
No, I scorn her now, but can revenge my Honour on a Rival.

_Mor_. Nay, then I'll see fair Play,--turn and defend thy Life.
[_Goes to_ Gal. _who turns_.

_Jul_. Whilst I do Justice on the Prostitute:--hah--
Defend me, 'tis the Woman that I love.
[_He gazes, she runs to_ Gal.

_Lau. Octavio_!

_Oct_. _Laura!_ My Sister, perfidious shameful--
[_Offers to kill her_.

_Jul_. Hold, thy Sister this? that Sister I'm to marry.

_Lau_. Is this then _Julio_? and do all the Powers conspire to make me
wretched?

_Oct_. May I be dumb for ever.

[_Holds his Sword down, and looks sadly;_ Jul. _holds_
Lau. _by one hand, pleads with_ Oct. _with the other_.

_Enter_ Fillamour _and_ Pet.

_Fil_.--Hah, _Galliard!_ in danger too.
[_Draws, steps to 'em_, Mor. _puts between_.

_Oct_. _Fillamour_ here! how now, what's the matter, Friend?
[_They talk whilst enter_ Marcella _and_ Cornelia.

_Cor_. Hah, new Broils; sure the Devil's broke loose to night.--my Uncle,
as I live!
[Mor. _pleads between_ Fil. _and_ Octavio.

_Mar_. And _Octavio!_ Where shall we fly for Safety?

_Cor_. I'll even trust to my Breeches, 'tis too late to retreat;--s'life,
here be our Cavaliers too; nay then, ne'er fear falling into the Enemies
hands.

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