Volume Ii Part 91 (2/2)

_Fil_. Is not that _Julio_? Boy, run and call him back.

[_Ex. Boy, re-enters with_ Jul.

_Jul_. Oh, _Fillamour_, I have heard such killing news Since last I left thee--

_Fil_. What, prithee?

_Jul_. I had a Sister, Friend--dear as my Life, And bred with all the Virtues of her s.e.x; No Vestals at the Holy Fire employ'd themselves In innocenter business than this Virgin; Till Love, the fatal Fever of her Heart, Betray'd her harmless Hours; And just upon the point of being married, The Thief stole in, and rob'd us of this Treasure: She'as left her Husband, Parents, and her Honour, And's fled with the base Ruiner of her Virtue.

_Fil_. And lives the Villain durst affront ye thus?

_Jul_. He does.

_Gal_. Where, in what distant World?

_Jul_. I know not.

_Fil_. What is he call'd?

_Jul_. I know not neither,--some G.o.d direct me to the Ravisher!

And if he scape my Rage, May Cowards point me out for one of their tame Herd.

_Fil_. In all your Quarrels I must join my Sword.

_Gal_. And if you want,--here's another, Sir, that, though it be not often drawn in anger, nor cares to be, shall not be idle in good company.

_Jul_. I thank you both; and if I have occasion, will borrow their a.s.sistance; but I must leave you for a minute, I'll wait on you anon.-- [_They all three walk as down the street, talking_.

_Enter_ Laura, _with_ Silvio _and her_ Equipage.

_Lau_. Beyond my wish, I'm got into his Friends.h.i.+p: But Oh, how distant Friends.h.i.+p is from Love, That's all bestow'd on the fair Prost.i.tute!

--Ah, _Silvio_, when he took me in his Arms, Pressing my willing Bosom to his Breast, Kissing my Cheek, calling me lovely Youth, And wond'ring how such Beauty, and such Bravery, Met in a Man so young! Ah, then, my Boy, Then in that happy minute, How near was I to telling all my Soul!

My Blushes and my Sighs were all prepar'd; My Eyes cast down, my trembling Lips just parting.-- But still as I was ready to begin, He cries out _Silvianetta_!

And to prevent mine, tells me all his Love.

--But see--he's here.--

[Fill. _and_ Gal. _coming up the Scene_.

_Gal_. Come, lay by all sullen Unresolves: for now the hour of the Berjere approaches, Night that was made for Lovers.--Hah! my Dear _Sans-Coeur_? my Life! my Soul! my Joy! Thou art of my opinion!

_Lau_. I'm sure I am, whate'er it be.

_Gal_. Why, my Friend here, and I, have sent and paid our Fine for a small Tenement of Pleasure, and I'm for taking present possession;--but hold--if you shou'd be a Rival after all.--

_Lau_. Not in your _Silvianetta_! my Love has a nice Appet.i.te, And must be fed with high uncommon Delicates.

I have a Mistress, Sir, of Quality; Fair, as Imagination paints young Angels; Wanton and gay, as was the first _Corinna_, That charm'd our best of Poets; Young as the Spring, and chearful as the Birds That welcome in the Day; Witty, as Fancy makes the Revelling G.o.ds, And equally as bounteous when she blesses.

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