_Lucy._ You shall have Reason to say so, e're I have done with you, old Gentleman----For I am resolv'd to shew you a Trick, and preserve my Virtue. [_Aside._ _For did base Men within my Power fall,_ _T' avenge my injur'd Sex, I'd jilt 'em all._ _And would but Women follow my Advice,_ _They should be glad at last to pay our Price._ [_Exit_ Lucy. SCENE II. _The_ Piazza d'Espagna _in_ Venice. _Enter Lady_ Pizalta _sola_. L. _Piz._ Not come yet! ungrateful Man! must a Woman of my Quality wait? How have we lost our Pow'r since the Creation? When the whole World had but one single Lord, Whom every Creature readily obey'd? Yet he, that mighty he, caught with a Smile, Flew to th'Embraces of the tempting Fair. But now each puny Sinner dares to cross A Woman's Inclinations---- _Enter_ Ludovico. Oh! are you come, Signior? I suppose you have Some other Assignation, that made you miss My Hour----Pursue it pray----I'll not interrupt you-- Your Servant---- [_Going._ I hope he'll not take me at my Word. [_Aside._ _Lud._ Nay, nay, Signiora, why this Passion? [_Stops her._ You sent me a Challenge, and I, like a Man of Courage, am come to answer it----Pray don't let a Quarter of an Hour break Squares----I own it was a fault to make a Lady wait; but Friends, Madam, Friends and good Wine are the Devil----Come I'll make you amends. L. _Piz._ Friends and good Wine! I suppose those Friends were Female ones---- _Lud._ No, Faith: You shall judge of that----But suppose they were----Why should you be angry that I did not fly with the desired Haste, as long as I am come time enough to give you Satisfaction----Besides, I han't seen your Face yet, and for aught I know, it mayn't reward my Complement in coming now----Prithee, Child, unmask, and then I'll tell thee more of my Mind. L. _Piz._ The Devil take this Fellow----and yet methinks I love him for his Indifferency----[_Aside._] You talk as if you were unskill'd in the Art of Love: Don't you know that Expectation feeds more than twenty tasted Pleasures? _Lud._ Hum----some Sort of Fops it may: But I'm none of those----I never give my Opinion of a Dish till I've tasted; neither do I care to dine often on one Sort of Meat without changing the Sauce----But when that Cloud's withdrawn, how long I shall keep my Resolution I know not. L. _Piz._ Say you so! Why then the only Way to preserve your Appetite is to feed you slenderly; or only let you see the food, but not to taste. _Lud._ Faith, Madam, I'm no Camelion, but Flesh and Blood----Therefore these Prescriptions are of no Use----One Sight of that dear charming Face of your's, would be more obliging to your humble Servant. L. _Piz. unmasks._ Well, Sir, what think you? Is there any thing in this Face worth your Regard?