Sir _Sig_. Oh, hold, hold--Madam, you are mistaken in that point; for, to tell you the truth, I do fear--having--a certain--Aversion or Antipathy-- to--Madam--a Gentleman--Why, Madam, they’re the very Monsters of the Nation, they devour every Day a Virgin.-- _Cor_. Good Heavens! and is he such a Fury? Sir _Sig_. Oh, and the veriest Beelzebub;--besides, Madam, he vow’d my Death, if ever he catcht me near this House; and he ever keeps his word in cases of this Nature--Oh, that’s he, [_Knocking at the Door_.] I know it by a certain trembling Instinct about me!--Oh, what shall I do-- _Cor_. Why--I know not,--can you leap a high Window? Sir _Sig_. He knocks again,--I protest I am the worst Vaulter in Christendom.--Have you no moderate danger--between the two extremes of the Window or the mad Count? no Closet?--Fear has dwindled me to the scantling of a Mousehole. _Cor_. Let me see,--I have no leisure to pursue my Revenge farther, and will rest satisfy’d with this,--for this time. [_Aside_.]--Give me the Candle,--and whilst _Philippa_ is conducting the Cavalier to the Alcove by dark, you may have an Opportunity to slip out--perhaps there may be danger in his being seen--[_Aside_.] Farewel, Fool-- [_Ex_. Cornelia _with the Candle_, Phil. _goes to the Door, lets in_ Gal. _takes him by the hand_. _Gal_. Pox on’t, my Knight’s bound for _Viterbo_, and there’s no persuading him into safe Harbour again.--He has given me but two hours to dispatch matters here,--and then I’m to imbark with him upon this new Discovery of honourable Love, as he call it, whose Adventurers are Fools, and the returning Cargo, that dead Commodity called a Wife! a Voyage very suitable to my Humour.--Who’s there?-- _Phil_. A Slave of _Silvianetta_, Sir; give me your hand. [_Ex. over the stage, Sir_ Sig. _goes out softly_. SCENE II. _Changes to a Bed-chamber Alcove_. Petro _leading in_ Tickletext. _Pet_. Now, Signior, you’re safe and happy in the Bedchamber of your Mistress--who will be here immediately, I’m sure; I’ll fetch a Light, and put you to Bed in the mean time-- _Tick_. Not before Supper I hope, honest _Barberacho_. _Pet_. Oh, Signior, that you shall do lying, after the manner of the antient _Romans_. _Tick_. _Certo_, and that was a marvellous good lazy Custom. [_Ex_. Pet. _Enter_ Philippa _with_ Galliard _by dark_. _Phil_. My Lady will be with you instantly--[_Goes out_. _Tick_. Hah, sure I heard some body come softly in at the door: I hope ’.is the young Gentlewoman. [_He advances forward_. _Gal_. Silence and Night, Love and dear Opportunity. [_In a soft Tone_. Join all your aids to make my _Silvia_ kind; For I am fill’d with the expecting Bliss, [Tick, _thrusts his Head out to listen_. And much Delay or Disappointment kills me.