_Cor_. Ay! and an _English_ Cavalier too, a Nation so fond of all new Faces. _Mar_. Heaven, if I should never see him, and I frequent all publick Places to meet him! or if he be gone from _Rome_, if he have forgot me, or some other Beauty have employ’d his Thoughts! _Cor_. Why; if all these if’s and or’s come to pass, we have no more to do than to advance in this same glorious Profession, of which now we only seem to be--in which, to give it its due, there are a thousand Satisfactions to be found, more than in a dull virtuous Life: Oh, the world of Dark-Lanthorn-Men we should have! the Serenades, the Songs, the Sighs, the Vows, the Presents, the Quarrels, and all for a Look or a Smile, which you have been hitherto so covetous of, that _Petro_ swears our Lovers begin to suspect us for some honest Jilts; which by some is accounted much the leuder scandal of the two:--therefore I think, faith, we must e’en be kind a little to redeem our Reputations. _Mar_. However we may railly, certainly there’s nothing so hard to Woman, as to expose her self to villainous Man. _Cor_. Faith, Sister, if ‘twere but as easy to satisfy the nice scruples of Religion and Honour, I should find no great Difficulty in the rest-- Besides, another Argument I have, our Mony’s all gone, and without a Miracle can hold out no longer honestly. _Mar_. Then we must sell our Jewels. _Cor_. When they are gone, what Jewel will you part with next? _Mar_. Then we must-- _Cor_. What, go home to _Viterbo_, ask the old Gentleman pardon, and be receiv’d to Grace again, you to the Embraces of the amiable _Octavio_, and I to St. _Teresa’s_, to whistle through a Grate like a Bird in a Cage,--for I shall have little heart to sing.--But come, let’s leave This sad talk, here’s Men--let’s walk and gain new Conquest, I love it dearly-- [_Walk down the Garden_. _Enter_ Gall. Fill, _and_ Jul. _see the Women_. _Gal_. Women! and by their garb for our purpose too--they’re Curtezans, let’s follow ‘em. _Fil_. What shall we get by gazing but Disquiet? If they are fair and honest, we look, and perhaps may sigh in vain; if beautiful and loose, they are not worth regarding. _Gal_. Dear notional Knight, leave your satirical Fopperies, and be at least good-humour’d, and let’s follow them. _Jul_. I’ll leave you in the Pursuit, and take this Opportunity to write my Uncle word of my Arrival; and wait on you here anon. _Fil_. Prithee do so: hah, who’s that with such an Equipage? [_Exit_ Julio, Fil. _and_ Gal. _going after_. Marcella _and_ Cor. _meet just entring_, Laura _with_ Silvio, Antonio, _and her Equipage, drest like a Man_. _Gal_. Pox, let the Tradesmen ask, who cringe for such gay Customers, and follow us the Women! [_Exit_ Fil. _and_ Gal. _down the Scene_, Lau. _looking after ‘em_.