_Fil_. And like those damn’d Physicians, kill me for want of method: no, I know my own Distemper best, and your Applications will make me mad. _Gal_. Pox on’t, that one cannot love a Woman like a Man, but one must love like an Ass. _Lau_. S’heart, I’ll be bound to lie with all the Women in _Rome_, with less ado than you are brought to one. _Gal_. Hear ye that, _Henry_? s’death, art not asham’d to be instructed by one so young!--But see--the Star there appears,--the Star that conducts thee to the Shore of Bliss,--She comes! let’s feel thy [Marcella _and_ Cornelia _above_ with_ Philippa.] Heart, she comes! So breaks the Day on the glad Eastern Hills, Or the bright God of Rays from _Thetis’. Lap: A Rapture, now, dear Lad, and then fall to; for thou art old Dog at a long Grace. _Fil_. Now I’m mere Man again, with all his Frailties-- [_Aside_. --Bright lovely Creature!-- _Gal_. Damn it, how like my Lady’s eldest Son was that? _Fil_. May I hope my Sacrifice may be accepted by you; by Heaven, it must be she! still she appears more like.-- [_Aside_. _Mar_. I’ve only time to tell you Night approaches, And then I will expect you. _Enter_ Crapine, _gazes on the Ladies_. _Crap_. ‘Tis she, _Donna Marcella_, on my life, with the young wild _Cornelia_!--hah--yonder’s the _English_ Cavalier too; nay then, by this Hand I’ll be paid for all my fruitless jaunts, for this good news--stay, let me mark the House.-- _Mar_. Now to my Disguise. [_Ex_. Marcella. _Gal_. And have you no kind message to send to my Heart? cannot this good Example instruct you how to make me happy? _Cor_. Faith, Stranger, I must consider first; she’s skilful in the Merchandize of Hearts, and has dealt in Love with so good success hitherto, she may lose one Venture, and never miss it in her Stock: but this is my first, and shou’d it prove to be a bad bargain, I were undone for ever. _Gal_. I dare secure the Goods sound-- _Cor_. And I believe will not lie long upon my hands. _Gal_. Faith, that’s according as you’ll dispose on’t, Madam--for let me tell you--gad, a good handsome proper Fellow is as staple a Commodity as any’s in the Nation;--but I wou’d be reserv’d for your own use. Faith, take a Sample to night, and as you like it, the whole Piece; and that’s fair and honest dealing I think, or the Devil’s in’t. _Cor_. Ah, Stranger,--you have been so over-liberal for those same Samples of yours, that I doubt they have spoiled the sale of the rest; Cou’d you not afford, think ye, to throw in a little Love and Constancy, to inch out that want of Honesty of yours? _Gal_. Love! oh, in abundance! By those dear Eyes, by that soft smiling Mouth, By every secret Grace thou hast about thee, I love thee with a vigorous, eager Passion; --Be kind, dear _Silvianetta_--prithee do, Say you believe, and make me blest to Night. _Crap. Silvianetta!_ so, that’s the Name she has rifl’d for _Cornelia_, I perceive. [_Aside_.