Sir _Sig_. Enough,--here’s a Bill for 500 Crowns more upon my Merchant, you know him by a good token, I lost the last Sum you receiv’d for me, a pox of that Handsel; away, here’s company. [_Ex_. Pet. _Enter_ Octavio _and_ Crapine.] Now will I disguise my self, according to the mode of the Roman Inamoratos; and deliver my self upon the place appointed. [_Ex. Sir_ Sig. _Oct_. On the _Corso_ didst thou see ‘em? _Crap_. On the _Corso_, my Lord, in discourse with three Cavaliers, one of which has given me many a Pistole, to let him into the Garden a-nights at _Viterbo_, to talk with _Donna Marcella_ from her Chamber-Window, I think I shou’d remember him. _Oct_. Oh, that Thought fires me with Anger fit for my Revenge, [_Aside_. And they are to serenade ‘em, thou say’st? _Crap_. I did, my Lord: and if you can have patience till they come, you will find your Rival in this very place, if he keep his word. _Oct_. I do believe thee, and have prepared my Bravoes to attack him: if I can act but my Revenge to night, how shall I worship Fortune? Keep out of sight, and when I give the word, be ready all. I hear some coming, let’s walk off a little.-- _Enter_ Marcella _in Man’s Clothes, and_ Philippa _as a Woman with a Lanthorn_. Oct. _and_ Crap. _go off the other way_. _Mar_. Thou canst never convince me, but if _Crapine_ saw us, and gaz’d so long upon us, he must know us too; and then what hinders but by a diligent watch about the House, they will surprize us, e’er we have secured our selves from ‘em? _Phil_. And how will this exposing your self to danger prevent ‘em? _Mar_. My design now is, to prevent _Fillamour’s_ coming into danger, by hindring his approach to this House: I wou’d preserve the kind Ingrate with any hazard of my own; and ‘tis better to die than fall into the hands of _Octavio_. I’m desperate with that thought, and fear no danger: however, be you ready at the door, and when I ring admit me--ha--who comes here? _Enter_ Tickletext _with a Periwig and Crevat of Sir_ Signal’s: _A Sword by his side, and a dark Lanthorn; she opens hers, looks on him, and goes out_.