+Pet.+ Bounty! there's a memorandum for me. [_Writes in his note-book._] In the meantime, pray accept these few favours at my hands,[335] as assurances that you will not fail me; till when, I take my leave. [_Exit._ +Lio.+ Farewell, sir. Go thy ways; thou hast as dull a piece of scalp as ere covered the brain of any traveller. [_Aside._ +Duke.+ For love's sake, Lionel, let's haste to thy uncle, before the coxcomb prevent us. +Lio.+ Why, sir, I stay for you. +Leo.+ Has Petro prepar'd him for your entrance, and is your disguise fit? +Lio.+ I have all in readiness. +Duke.+ On then, and when you are warm in your discourse, we'll come with our device to affright him: 'twill be an excellent scene of affliction. +Leo.+ Be sure you mark your cue, sir, and do not fail to approach. +Duke.+ Trust to my care, I warrant you. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Aurelio+ and +Servant+._ +Aur.+ A gentlewoman without speak with me, say you? +Ser.+ Yes, sir, and will by no means be put back. +Aur.+ I am no lawyer, nor no secretary: what business can she have here, I wonder? +Ser.+ She is very importunate to enter. +Aur.+ I was once in the humour never to admit any of them to come near me again, but since she is so eager, let her approach. I'll try my strength, what proof 'tis against her enchantments: if ever Ulysses were more provident, or better arm'd to sail by the Sirens, I'll perish; if she have the art to impose upon me, let her beg my wit for an anatomy, and dissect it! _Enter +Lucretia+._ Now, Lady Humour, what new emotion in the blood has turn'd the tide of your fancy to come hither? +Luc.+ These words are but unkind salutes to a gentlewoman. +Aur.+ They are too good for you. With what face dare you approach hither, knowing how infinitely you have abused me? You want matter to exercise your wits on; the world's too wise for you; and, ere you ensnare me again, you'll have good luck. +Luc.+ Pray, sir, do not reiterate those things which might better be forgotten. I confess I have done ill, because I am a woman and young, and 'will be nobleness in you not to remember it. +Aur.+ I'll sooner plough up [the] shore and sow it, and live in expectation of a crop, before I'll think the least good from any of your sex, while I breathe again. +Luc.+ I hope, sir, that time and experience will rectify your judgment to a better opinion of us. +Aur.+ I'll trust my ship to a storm, my substance to a broken citizen, ere I'll credit any of you. +Luc.+ Good sir, be intreated: I come a penitent lover, with a vow'd recantation to all former practices and malicious endeavours, that I have wrought against you.