_Enter_ Petro _with a light, goes between ‘em, and starts_. _Tick_. Sir _Signal_!-- Sir _Sig_. My Governour! _Pet_. The two Fools met! a pox of all ill luck! Now shall I lose my Credit with both my wise Patrons; my Knight I cou’d have put off with a small Harlot of my own, but my Levite having seen my Lady _Cornelia_, that is, _La Silvianetta_,--none but that _Susanna_ wou’d satisfy his Eldership. But now they both sav’d me the labour of a farther invention to dispatch ‘em. Sir _Sig_. I perceive my Governour’s as much confounded as my self;--I’ll take advantage by the forelock, be very impudent, and put it upon him, faith--Ah, Governour, will you never leave your whoring? never be staid, sober and discreet, as I am? _Tick_. So, so, undone, undone! just my Documents to him.-- [_Walks about, Sir_ Sig. _follows_. Sir _Sig_. And must I neglect my precious studies, to follow you, in pure zeal and tender care of your Person? Will you never consider where you are? In a leud Papish Country, amongst the Romish Heathens! And for you, a Governour, a Tutor, a Director of unbridled Youth, a Gownman, a Politician; for you, I say, to be taken at this unrighteous time of the Night, in a flaunting Cavaliero Dress, an unlawful Weapon by your side, going the high way to Satan, to a Curtezan; and to a Romish Curtezan! Oh Abomination! Oh _scandalum infinitum_! _Tick_. Paid in my own Coin. _Pet_. So, I’ll leave the Devil to rebuke Sin: and to my young Lady, for a little of her assistance in the management of this Affair. [_Exit_ Pet. _Tick_. I do confess, I grant ye I am in the house of a Curtezan, and that I came to visit a Curtezan, and do intend to visit each Night a several Curtezan, till I have finished my work-- Sir _Sig_. Every night one! Oh Glutton! _Tick_. My great work of Convertion, upon the whole Nation, Generation, and Vocation of this wicked provoking sort of Womankind call’d Curtezans. I will turn ‘em; I will turn ‘em, for ‘tis a shame that Man shou’d bow down to those that worship Idols. And now I think, Sir, I have sufficiently explain’d the business in hand,--as honest _Barberacho_ is my witness;--And for you--to--scandalize--me--with so naughty an Interpretation--afflicteth me wonderfully.-- [_Pulls out his handkerchief, and weeps_. Sir _Sig_.--Alas, poor Mr. _Tickletext_, now as I hope to be sav’d, it grieves my heart to see thee weep; faith and troth now, I thought thou hadst some carnal Assignation:--but ne’er stir, I beg thy pardon, and think thee as innocent as my self, that I do--but see, the Lady’s here-- s’life, dry your Eyes, man. [_Enter Cornelia, Phil, and Pet_. _Cor_. I cou’d beat thee for being thus mistaken, and am resolv’d to flatter him into some Mischief, to be reveng’d on ‘em for this disappointment; go you, and watch for my Cavalier the while. _Tick_. Is she come? Nay, then turn me loose to her.