Volume Ii Part 92 (2/2)

_Cor_. Ah, Stranger,--you have been so over-liberal for those same Samples of yours, that I doubt they have spoiled the sale of the rest; Cou'd you not afford, think ye, to throw in a little Love and Constancy, to inch out that want of Honesty of yours?

_Gal_. Love! oh, in abundance!

By those dear Eyes, by that soft smiling Mouth, By every secret Grace thou hast about thee, I love thee with a vigorous, eager Pa.s.sion; --Be kind, dear _Silvianetta_--prithee do, Say you believe, and make me blest to Night.

_c.r.a.p. Silvianetta!_ so, that's the Name she has rifl'd for _Cornelia_, I perceive. [_Aside_.

_Cor_. If I shou'd be so kind-hearted, what good use wou'd you make of so obliging an Opportunity?

_Gal_. That which the happy Night was first ordain'd for.

_Cor_. Well, Signior, 'tis coming on, and then I'll try what Courage the Darkness will inspire me with:--till then--farewell.--

_Gal_. Till then a thousand times adieu.-- [_Blowing up kisses to her_.

_Phil_. Ah, Madam, we're undone,--yonder's _c.r.a.pine_, your Uncle's Valet.

_Cor_. Now a Curse on him; shall we not have one night with our Cavaliers?--let's retire, and continue to out-wit him, or never more pretend to't. Adieu, Signior Cavalier--remember Night.--

_Gal_. Or may I lose my Sense to all Eternity.

[_Kisses his fingers and bows, she returns it for a while.

Exit_. c.r.a.p.

_Lau_. G.o.ds, that all this that looks at least like Love, Shou'd be dispens'd to one insensible!

Whilst every syllable of that dear Value, Whisper'd to me, wou'd make my Soul all Extasy. [_Aside_.

--Oh, spare that Treasure for a grateful Purchase; And buy that common Ware with trading Gold, Love is too rich a Price!--I shall betray my self.--[_Aside_.

_Gal_. Away, that's an heretical Opinion, and which This certain Reason must convince thee of; That Love is Love, wherever Beauty is, Nor can the Name of Wh.o.r.e make Beauty less.

_Enter_ Marcella _like a Man, with a Cloke about her_.

_Mar_. Signior, is your Name _Fillamour?_

_Fil_. It is, what wou'd you, Sir?--

Mar_. I have a Letter for you--from _Viterbo_, and your _Marcella_, Sir.

[_Gives it him_.

_Fil_. Hah--_Viterbo_! and _Marcella_!

It shocks me like the Ghost of some forsaken Mistress, That met me in the way to Happiness, With some new long'd-for Beauty!

[_Opens it, reads_.

_Mar_. Now I shall try thy Virtue, and my Fate.-- [_Aside_.

_Fil_. What is't that checks the Joy, that shou'd surprize me at the receipt of this.

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