_Gal_. _Julio_! What, the young _Italian_ Count you made me acquainted with last Summer in _England_? _Fil_. The same, the Ambassador’s Nephew, a good Youth, and one I esteem. _Enter_ Julio. _Jul_. I hope my Page will bring intelligence who this Beauty is. _Fil_. Hah, _Julio_! Welcome, dear Friend. [_Embraces him_. _Jul_. Sir _Harry Fillamour_! how glad am I to meet you in a Country, where I have power to repay you all those Friendships I receiv’d when I was a stranger in yours. Monsieur _Galllard_ too! nay, then I’m sure to want no diversion whilst I stay in _Rome_. [_Salutes_ Galliard. _Fil_. But, pray, what made you leave _England_ so soon? _Jul_. E’en the great business of Mankind, Matrimony. I have an Uncle here, who has provided me Fetters, which I must put on, he says they will be easy; I lik’d the Character of my Mistress well enough, a brave masculine Lady, a Roman of Quality, _Donna Laura Lucretia_; till as luck wou’d have it, at my arrival this Evening, stepping into St. _Peter’s_ Church, I saw a Woman there that fir’d my heart, and whom I followed to her house: but meeting none that cou’d inform me who she was, I left my Page to make the discovery, whilst I with equal impatience came to look you out; whose sight I prefer even to a new Amour, resolving not to visit home, to which I have been a stranger this seven years, till I had kist your hands, and gained your promise to accompany me to _Viterbo_. _Fil_. _Viterbo_! is that your place of Residence? _Jul_. Yes, ‘tis a pretty Town, and many noble Familys inhabit there, stor’d too with Beauties, at least ‘twas wont to be: have you not seen it? _Gal_. Yes, and a Beauty there too, lately, for his repose, who has made him sigh and look so like an Ass ever since he came to _Rome_. _Jul_. I am glad you have so powerful an Argument, to invite you back; I know she must be rare and of quality, that cou’d engage your heart. _Fil_. She’s both; it most unluckily fell out, that I was recommended by a Person of Quality in _England_ to a Nobleman at _Viterbo_, who being a Man of a Temper frank and gallant, received me with less Ceremony than is usual in _Italy_. I had the freedom of the House, one of the finest _Villa’s_ belonging to _Viterbo_, and the pleasure to see and converse at a distance with one of the loveliest Persons in the World, a Niece of this old Count’s. _Jul_. Very well, and cou’d you see her but at a distance, Sir? _Fil_. Oh, no, ‘twas all I durst desire, or she durst give; I came too late to hope; she being before promised in Marriage to a more happy man, the Consummation of which waits only the arrival of a Brother of hers, who is now at the Court of _France_, and every day expected. _Enter_ Petro _like a Barber_. _Gal_. Hah! Signior _Petro_. _Fil_. Come, Sir, we’ll take a turn i’th’ Gallery, for this Pimp never appears, but _Francis_ desires to be in private.