Volume Ii Part 85 (2/2)

_Tickletext_, you will carry him home a most accomplish't Gentleman I see.

_Tick_. Hum, verily, Sir, though I say it, for a Man that never travell'd before, I think I have done reasonably well--I'll tell you, Sir--it was by my directions and advice that he brought over with him,--two _English_ Knives, a thousand of _English_ Pins, four pair of _Jersey_ Stockings, and as many pair of Buckskin Gloves.

Sir _Sig_. Ay, Sir, for good Gloves you know are very scarce Commodities in this Country.

_Jul_. Here, Sir, at _Rome_, as you say, above all other places.

_Tick_. _Certo_, mere hedging Gloves, Sir, and the clouterlest Seams.

_Fil_. Very right, Sir,--and now he talks of _Rome_,--Pray, Sir, give me your opinion of the Place--Are there not n.o.ble Buildings here, rare Statues, and admirable Fountains?

_Tick_. Your Buildings are pretty Buildings, but not comparable to our University Buildings; your Fountains, I confess, are, pretty Springs,-- and your Statues reasonably well carv'd--but, Sir, they are so ancient they are of no value: then your Churches are the worst that ever I saw-- that ever I saw.

_Gal_. How, Sir, the Churches, why I thought _Rome_ had been famous throughout all _Europe_ for fine Churches.

_Fil_. What think you of St. _Peter's_ Church, Sir? Is it not a glorious Structure?

_Tick_. St. _Peter's_ Church, Sir, you may as well call it St. _Peter's_ Hall, Sir; it has neither Pew, Pulpit, Desk, Steeple, nor Ring of Bells; and call you this a Church, Sir? No, Sir, I'll say that for little _England_, and a fig for't, for Churches, easy Pulpits, [Sir _Sig.

speaks_, And sleeping Pews,] they are as well ordered as any Churches in Christendom: and finer Rings of Bells, Sir, I am sure were never heard.

_Jul_. Oh, Sir, there's much in what you say.

_Fil_. But then, Sir, your rich Altars, and excellent Pictures of the greatest Masters of the World, your delicate Musick and Voices, make some amends for the other wants.

_Tick_. How, Sir! tell me of your rich Altars, your Guegaws and Trinkets, and Popish Fopperies, with a deal of Sing-song--when I say, give me, Sir, five hundred close Changes rung by a set of good Ringers, and I'll not exchange 'em for all the Anthems in _Europe_: and for the Pictures, Sir, they are Superst.i.tion, idolatrous, and flat Popery.

_Fil_. I'll convince you of that Error, that persuades you harmless Pictures are idolatrous.

_Tick_. How, Sir, how, Sir, convince me! talk to me of being convinc'd, and that in favour of Popery! No, Sir, by your favour I shall not be convinc'd: convinc'd, quoth a!--no, Sir, fare you well, an you be for convincing: come away, Sir _Signal_, fare you well, Sir, fare you well:-- convinc'd!

[_Goes out_.

Sir _Sig_. Ha, ha, ha, so now is my Governour gone in a Fustian-fume: well, he is ever thus when one talks of Whoring and Religion: but come, Sir, walk in, and I'll undertake, my Tutor shall beg your Pardon, and renounce his _English_ ill-bred Opinion; nay, his _English_ Churches too--all but his own Vicaridge.

_Fil_. I have better diversion, Sir, I thank you--come, _Julio_, are you for a Walk in the Garden of _Medices Villa_, 'tis hard by?--

_Jul_. I'll wait on you-- [_Ex_. Fil. _and_ Julio.

Sir _Sig_. How in the Garden of _Medices Villa_?--but, harkye, _Galliard_, will the Ladies be there, the Curtezans, the _Bona Roba's_, the _Inamorata's_, and the _Bell Ingrato's_, hah?

_Gal_. Oh, doubtless, Sir.

[_Exit_. Gall.

Sir _Sig_. I'll e'en bring my Governour thither to beg his Pardon, on purpose to get an opportunity to see the fine Women; it may be I may get a sight of my new Mistress, _Donna Silvianetta_, whom _Petro_ is to bring me acquainted with.

[_Exeunt_.

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