Volume I Part 54 (2/2)

_Abev._ My Master sure not gone yet-- [Peeping advancing.

_Will._ Rascals, tho you are odds, you'll find hot Work in vanquis.h.i.+ng.

[Falls on 'em.

_Abev._ Hold, Sir, I am your Page. Do you not know me? and these the Musick you commanded-- shall I carry 'em where you order'd, Sir?

_Will._ They take me for some other, this was lucky. [Aside.]

O, aye-- 'tis well-- I'll follow-- but whither?-- Plague of my dull Mistakes, the Woman's gone-- yet stay-- [Calls 'em.

For now I think on't, this Mistake may help me to another-- stay-- I must dispose of this mad Fire about me, which all these Disappointments cannot lay-- Oh for some young kind Sinner in the nick-- How I cou'd souse upon her like a Bird of Prey, and worry her with Kindness.

[Aside.] --Go on, I follow.

[Exeunt.

Scene changes to _La Nuche's_ House.

Enter _Petronella_ and _Aurelia_ with Light.

_Aur._ Well, the Stranger is in Bed, and most impatiently expects our Patrona, who is not yet returned.

_Pet._ Curse of this Love! I know she's in pursuit of this Rover, this _English_ Piece of Impudence; Pox on 'em, I know nothing good in the whole Race of 'em, but giving all to their s.h.i.+rts when they're drunk.

What shall we do, _Aurelia_? This Stranger must not be put off, nor _Carlo_ neither, who has fin'd again as if for a new Maidenhead.

_Aur._ You are so covetous, you might have put 'em off, but now 'tis too late.

_Pet._ Put off! Are these Fools to be put off think ye? a fine Fop _Englishman_, and an old doating Grandee?-- No, I cou'd put the old trick on 'em still, had she been here but to have entertain'd 'em: but hark, one knocks, 'tis _Carlo_ on my Life--

Enter _Carlo_, gives _Petronella_ Gold.

_Car._ Let this plead for me.

_Pet._ Sweet Don, you are the most eloquent Person.

_Car._ I would regale to night-- I know it is not mine, but I've sent five hundred Crowns to purchase it, because I saw another bargaining for't; and Persons of my Quality must not be refus'd: you apprehend me.

_Pet._ Most rightly-- that was the Reason then she came so out of Humour home-- and is gone to Bed in such a sullen Fit.

_Car._ To Bed, and all alone! I would surprize her there. Oh how it pleases me to think of stealing into her Arms like a fine Dream, Wench, hah.

_Aur._ 'Twill be a pleasant one, no doubt.

_Pet._ He lays the way out how he'll be cozen'd. [Aside.]

--The Seigniora perhaps may be angry, Sir, but I'll venture that to accommodate you; and that you may surprize her the more readily, be pleased to stay in my Chamber, till you think she may be asleep.

_Car._ Thou art a perfect Mistress of thy Trade.

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