Enter _Willmore_, below sees _La Nuche_, makes up to her, whilst the last part of the Dance is dancing. 148 La Nu. What makes you follow me, Sir? [She goes from him, he pursues. Will. Madam, I see something in that lovely Face of yours, which if not timely prevented will be your ruin: I’m now in haste, but I have more to say— [Goes off. La Nu. Stay, Sir—he’s gone—and fill’d me with a curiosity that will not let me rest till it be satisfied: Follow me, _Aurelia_, for I must know my Destiny. [Goes out. [The Dance ended, the Bank removes, the People go off. Feth. Come, _Ned_, now for our amorous Visit to the two Lady Monsters. [Ex. _Feth._ and _Blunt_. Scene II. Changes to a fine Chamber. Enter _Ariadne_ and _Lucia_. Aria. I’m thoughtful: Prithee, Cousin, sing some foolish Song— SONG. _Phillis_, whose Heart was unconfin’d And free as Flowers on Meads and Plains, None boasted of her being kind, ’Mongst all the languishing and amorous Swains: No Sighs nor Tears the Nymph could move [bis. To pity or return their Love. Till on a time, the hapless Maid Retired to shun the heat o’th’ Day, Into a Grove, beneath whose Shade _Strephon_, the careless Shepherd, sleeping lay: But oh such Charms the Youth adorn,[bis. Love is revenged for all her Scorn. Her Cheeks with Blushes covered were, And tender Sighs her Bosom warm; A softness in her Eyes appear, Unusual Pains she feels from every Charm: To Woods and Echoes now she cries,[bis. For Modesty to speak denies. 149 Aria. Come, help to undress me, for I’ll to this Mountebank, to know what success I shall have with my Cavalier. [Unpins her things before a great Glass that is fasten’d. Luc. You are resolv’d then to give him admittance? Aria. Where’s the danger of a handsom young Fellow? Luc. But you don’t know him, Madam. Aria. But I desire to do, and time may bring it about without Miracle. Luc. Your Cousin _Beaumond_ will forbid the Banes. Aria. No, nor old _Carlos_ neither, my Mother’s precious Choice, who is as sollicitous for the old Gentleman, as my Father-in-Law is for his Nephew. Therefore, _Lucia_, like a good and gracious Child, I’ll end the Dispute between my Father and Mother, and please my self in the choice of this Stranger, if he be to be had. Luc. I should as soon be enamour’d on the North Wind, a Tempest, or a Clap of Thunder. Bless me from such a Blast. Aria. I’d have a Lover rough as Seas in Storms, upon occasion; I hate your dull temperate Lover, ’tis such a husbandly quality, like _Beaumond’s_ Addresses to me, whom neither Joy nor Anger puts in motion; or if it do, ’tis visibly forc’d—I’m glad I saw him entertain a Woman to day, not that I care, but wou’d be fairly rid of him. Luc. You’ll hardly mend your self in this. Aria. What, because he held Discourse with a Curtezan? Luc. Why, is there no danger in her Eyes, do ye think?