_Lau_. ‘Tis he, my Cavalier, my Conqueror: _Antonio_, let the Coaches wait,--and stand at distance all: Now, _Silvio_, on thy Life forget my Sex and Quality, forget my useless name of _Laura Lucretia_, and call me Count of-- _Sil_. What, Madam? _Lau_. Madam! ah, foolish Boy, thy feminine Courage will betray us all:-- but--call me Count--_Sans Coeur_.--And tell me, _Silvio_, how is it I appear? How dost thou like my Shape--my Face and Dress? My Mien and Equipage, may I not pass for Man? Looks it _en Prince_ and Masculine? _Sil_. Now as I live, you look all over what you wish, and such as will beget a Reverence and Envy in the Men, and Passion in the Women. But what’s the Cause of all this Transformation? _Lau_. Love! Love! dull Boy, cou’dst thou not guess ‘twas Love? that dear _Englese_ I must enjoy, my _Silvio_. _Sil_. What, he that adores the fair young Curtezan? _Lau_. That very he; my Window joins to hers, and ‘twas with Charms. Which he’ad prepar’d for her, he took this Heart, Which met the welcome Arrows in their flight, And sav’d her from their Dangers. Oft I’ve return’d the Vows he’as made to her, And sent him pleas’d away; When through the errors of the Night, and distance, He has mistook me for that happy Wanton, And gave me Language of so soft a Power, As ne’er was breath’d in vain to listning Maids. _Sil_. But with Permission, Madam, how does this Change of Petticoat for Breeches, and shifting Houses too, advance that Love? _Lau_. This Habit, besides many Opportunities ‘twill give me of getting into his acquaintance, secures me too from being known by any of my Relations in _Rome_: then I have changed my House for one so near to that of _Silvianetta’s_, and so like it too, that even you and I have oft mistook the entrance: by which means Love, Fortune or Chance, may with my Industry contrive some kind Mistake that may make me happier than the rest of Womankind. _Sil_. But what shall be reserv’d then for Count _Julio_, whose last Letters promise his Arrival within a Day or two, and whom you’re then to marry? _Lau_. Reserv’d for him! a Wife! a Wife, my _Silvio_, That unconcern’d domestick Necessary, Who rarely brings a Heart, or takes it soon away.-- _Sil_. But then your Brother, Count _Octavio_, do you not fear his Jealousy? _Lau_. _Octavio!_ Oh, Nature has set his Soul and mine at odds, And I can know no Fear but where I love. _Sil_. And then that thing which Ladies call their Honour.-- _Lau_. Honour, that hated Idol, even by those That set it up to worship! No, I have a Soul, my Boy, and that’s all Love; And I’ll the Talent which Heaven lent improve. [_Going out, meets_ Marcella _and_ Cornelia _follow’d by_ Gal. _and_ Fil. _Sil_. Here be the Curtezans, my Lord. _Lau_. Hah, _Silvianetta_ and _Euphemia_! pursu’d too by my Cavalier! I’ll round the Garden, and mix my self amongst ‘em. [_Exit with_ Silvio _and her Train_.