Volume Ii Part 104 (2/2)

_Cor_. A Pox take him, who can this be? [_Aside_.

_Gal_. This night! this night! that is not yet departed.

_Jul_. This very happy Night,--I told you I saw a lovely Woman at St.

_Peter's_ Church.

_Gal_. You did so.

_Jul_. I told you too I follow'd her home, but you'd learn neither her Name nor Quality; but my Page getting into the acquaintance of one of hers, brought me News of both; her Name _Silvianetta_, her Quality a Curtezan.

_Cor_. I at Church yesterday! now hang me if I had any such devout Thoughts about me: why, what a d.a.m.n'd scandalous Rascal's this?

_Jul_. Fill'd with hopes of Success, at night I made her a Visit, and under her Window had a skirmish with some Rival, who was then serenading her.

_Gal_. Was't he that fought us then.--[_Aside_.-- But it seems you were not mistaken in the House-- On with your Story pray--Death, I grow jealous now-- [_Aside_.] You came at Night you said?

_Jul_. Yes, and was receiv'd at the door by the kind _Silvianetta_, who softly whisper'd me, come to my Bosom, and be safe for ever! and doubtless took me for some happier Man.

_Lau_. Confusion on him, 'twas my very Language! [_Aside raving_.

_Jul_. Then led me by dark into her Chamber.

_Cor_. Oh, this d.a.m.n'd lying Rascal! I do this? [_Aside_.

_Jul_. But oh, the things, the dear obliging things, the kind, the fair young Charmer said and did.

_Gal_. To thee!

_Jul_. To me.

_Gal_. Did _Silvianetta_ do this, _Silvianetta_ the Curtezan?

_Jul_. That pa.s.ses, Sir, for such, but is indeed of Quality.

_Cor_. This Stranger is the Devil, how shou'd he know that Secret else?

_Jul_. She told me too 'twas for my sake alone, whom from the first Minute she saw she lov'd, she had a.s.sum'd that Name and that Disguise, the sooner to invite me.

_Lau_. 'Tis plain, the things I utter'd!--Oh, my Heart!

_Gal_. Curse on the publick Jilt, the very Flattery she wou'd have past on me.

_Cor_. Pox take him, I must draw on him, I cannot hold. [_Aside_.

_Gal_. Was ever such a Wh.o.r.e?

_Lau_. Oh, that I knew this Man, whom by mistake I lavisht all the Secrets of my Soul to! [_Aside_.

_Jul_. I prest for something more than dear Expressions, And found her yield apace; But sighing, told me of a fatal Contract, She was oblig'd to make to one she never saw; And yet if I wou'd vow to marry her, when she cou'd prove To merit it, she wou'd deny me nothing.

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