Volume Ii Part 90 (2/2)

[_Goes off_.]

Sir _Sig_. Un paureo strapado--plump and rich, no, no, the Ecclesiastico meet un paureo strapado--and begs a Julio.

_Tick_. Oh, no, Sir, the strapado begs the Julio.

Sir _Sig_. Ay, ay, and the Ecclesastico crys Niente--[_snaps his nail_.]

un meze Julio!--Niente--un Bacio, Niente: your Blessing then, Signior Ecclesastico.

[_Spreads out his Arms to give his blessing--and hits_ Tick.]

_Tick_. Adds me, you are all a little too liberal of this same Benediction.

Sir _Sig_. Hah--but where's Signior _Morigoroso?_ what, is he gone?--but now I think on't, 'tis a point of good manners to go without taking leave.

_Tick_. It may be so, but I wish I had my Ring again, I do not like the giving Lesson without the taking one; why this is picking a Man's pocket, _certo_.

Sir _Sig_. Not so, Governour, for then I had had a considerable loss: Look ye here,--how--how [_feeling in his Pocket_.] how--[_in another_]

how--gone? gone as I live, my Money, Governour; all the Gold _Barberacho_ receiv'd of my Merchant to day--all gone.--

_Tick_. Hah--and mine--all my stock, the Money which I thought to have made a present to the Gentlewoman, _Barberacho_ was to bring me to-- [_Aside_.]--Undone, undone--Villains, Cutpurses--Cheats, oh, run after him.

Sir _Sig_. A Pox of all silent stories; Rogue, Thief--undone.--

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. _The Corso_.

_Enter_ Julio _and his_ Page.

_Jul_. How, the Lady whom I followed from St. _Peter's_ Church, a Curtezan?

_Pag_. A Curtezan, my Lord, fair as the Morning, and as young.

_Jul_. I know she's fair and young; but is she to be had, Boy?

_Pag_. My Lord, she is--her Footman told me she was a Zittella.

_Jul_. How, a Zittella!--a Virgin, 'tis impossible.

_Pag_. I cannot swear it, Sir, but so he told me; he said she had a World of Lovers: Her name is _Silvianetta_, Sir, and her Lodgings--

_Jul_. I know't, are on the _Corso_; a Curtezan? and a Zittella too? a pretty contradiction; but I'll bate her the last, so I might enjoy her as the first: whate'er the price be, I'm resolv'd upon the adventure; and will this minute prepare my self. [_Going off, Enter_ Mor. and Octa.]-- hah, does the Light deceive me, or is that indeed my Uncle, in earnest conference with a Cavalier?--'tis he--I'll step aside till he's past, lest he hinders this Night's diversion.

[_Goes aside_.

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