_Cor_. What should we do there, sigh till our wandering Breath Has rais’d a gentle Gale amongst the Boughs; To whose dull melancholy Musick we, Laid on a Bed of Moss, and new-fallen Leaves, Will read the dismal tale of Echo’s Love! --No, I can make better use of famous _Ovid_. [_Snatches a little Book from her_. And prithee what a pox have we to do with Trees, Flowers, Fountains, or naked Statues? _Mar_. But, prithee, mad _Cornelia_, let’s be grave and wise, at least enough to think a little. _Cor_. On what? your _English_ Cavalier _Fillamour_, of whom you tell so many dull stories of his making Love! Oh, how I hate a civil whining Coxcomb! _Mar_. And so do I, I’ll therefore think of him no more. _Cor_. Good Lord! what a damnable wicked thing is a Virgin grown up to Woman. _Mar_. What, art thou such a Fool to think I love this _Fillamour?_ _Cor_. It may be not at _Rome_, but at _Viterbo_, where Men are scarce, you did; and did you follow him to _Rome_, to tell him you cou’d love no more? _Mar_. A too forward Maid, _Cornelia_, hurts her own Fame, and that of all her Sex. _Cor_. Her Sex! a pretty consideration, by my Youth; an Oath I shall not violate this dozen years: my Sex shou’d excuse me, if to preserve their Fame they expected I should ruin my own Quiet; in chasing an ill-favour’d Husband, such as _Octavio_, before a young handsome Lover, such as you say _Fillamour_ is. _Mar_. I wou’d fain persuade my self to be of thy mind,--but the World, _Cornelia_-- _Cor_. Hang the malicious World-- _Mar_. And there’s such Charms in Wealth and Honour too. _Cor_. None half so powerful as Love, in my opinion; ‘slife, Sister, thou art beautiful, and hast a Fortune too, which before I wou’d lay out upon so shameful a purchase as such a Bedfellow for life as _Octavio_, I wou’d turn errant keeping Curtezan, and buy my better Fortune. _Mar_. That Word too startles me. _Cor_. What, Curtezan! why, ‘tis a noble Title, and has more Votaries than Religion; there’s no Merchandize like ours, that of Love, my Sister:--and can you be frighted with the Vizor, which you your self put on? _Mar_. ‘Twas the only Disguise that cou’d secure us from the search of my Uncle and _Octavio_. Our Brother _Julio_ is by this too arriv’d, and I know they’ll all be diligent,--and some Honour I was content to sacrifice to my eternal Repose. _Cor_. Spoke like my Sister! a little impertinent Honour, we may chance to lose, ‘tis true; but our down-right Honesty I perceive you are resolv’d we shall maintain through all the dangers of Love and Gallantry; though to say truth, I find enough to do, to defend my Heart against some of those Members that nightly serenade us, and daily show themselves before our Window, gay as young Bridegrooms, and as full of expectation. _Mar_. But is’t not wondrous, that amongst all these Crouds we should not once see _Fillamour_? I thought the Charms of a fair young Curtezan might have oblig’d him to some Curiosity at least.