Laura Lucretia_, a young Lady of Quality, contracted to _Julio_, in love with _Galliard_, and Sister to _Octavio_. Mrs. _Lee_. _Marcella_, Mrs. _Currer_. and _Cornelia_, Mrs. _Barry_. Sisters to _Julio_, and Nieces to _Morosini_, and pass for Curtezans by the names of _Euphemia_ and _Silvianetta_. _Philippa_, their Woman. Mrs. _Norris_. _Sabina_, Confident to _Laura Lucretia_. Mrs. _Seymour_. Pages, Musick, Footmen, and Bravos. SCENE, _Rome_. ACT I. SCENE I. _A Street_. _Enter_ Laura Lucretia, _and_ Silvio _richly drest_; Antonio _attending, coming all in haste_. _Sil_. Madam, you need not make such haste away, the Stranger that follow’d us from St. _Peter’s_ Church pursues us no longer, and we have now lost sight of him: Lord, who wou’d have thought the approach of a handsome Cavalier should have possest _Donna Laura Lucretia_ with fear? _Lau_. I do not fear, my _Silvio_, but I wou’d have this new Habitation which I have design’d for Love, known to none but him to whom I’ve destin’d my Heart:--ah, wou’d he knew the Conquest he has made, [_Aside_.] Nor went I this Evening to Church with any other Devotion, but that which warms my heart for my young _English_ Cavalier, whom I hop’d to have seen there; and I must find some way to let him know my Passion, which is too high for Souls like mine to hide. _Sil_. Madam, the Cavalier’s in view again, and hot in the pursuit. _Lau_. Let’s haste away then; and, _Silvio_, do you lag behind, ‘twill give him an opportunity of enquiring, whilst I get out of sight.--Be sure you conceal my Name and Quality, and tell him--any thing but truth--tell him I am _La Silvianetta_, the young Roman Curtezan, or what you please to hide me from his knowledge. [_Exeunt_ Lau. _and_ Ant. _Enter_ Julio _and Page in pursuit_. _Jul_. Boy, fall you into discourse with that Page, and learn his Lady’s Name--whilst I pursue her farther. [_Ex_. Jul. [_Page salutes_ Silvio, _who returns it; they go out as talking to each other_. _Enter Sir_ Harry Fillamour _and_ Galliard. _Fil_. He follows her close, whoe’er they be: I see this trade of Love goes forward still. _Gal_. And will whilst there’s difference in Sexes. But, _Harry_, the Women, the delicate Women I was speaking of? _Fil_. Prithee tell me no more of thy fine Women, _Frank_; thou hast not been in _Rome_ above a Month, and thou’ast been a dozen times in love, as thou call’s! it; to me there is no pleasure like Constancy.