Sir _Sig_. Hah, a door open! I care not who it belongs to, ‘tis better dying within Doors like a Man, than in the Street like a Dog. [_Going in_, Tick. _in great fear comes up and pulls him_. _Tick_. Signior, gentle Signior, whoe’er you are that owns this Mansion, I beseech you to give Protection to a wretched Man half dead with Fear and Injury. Sir _Sig_. Nay, I defy the Devil to be more dead with Fear than I-- Signior, you may enter, perhaps ‘tis some body that will make an Excuse for us both,--but hark, they return. [_Both go in, just after_ Lau. _and_ Sab. _and_ Silvio _enter_. _Lau_. He’s gone! he’s gone! perhaps for ever gone.-- Tell me, thou silly Manager of Love, How got this Ruffian in? how was it possible Without thy Knowledge he cou’d get Admittance? _Sab_. Now as I hope to live and learn, I know not, Madam, unless he follow’d you when you let in the Cavalier, which being by dark he easily conceal’d himself; no doubt some Lover of _Silvianetta’s_, who mistaking you for her, took him too for a Rival. _Lau_. ‘Tis likely, and my Fortune is to blame, my cursed Fortune, Who like Misers deals her scanty Bounties with so slow a hand, That or we die before the Blessing falls, Or have it snatcht e’er we can call it ours. [_Raving_.] To have him in my House, to have him kind, Kind as young Lovers when they meet by stealth; As fond as Age to Beauty, and as soft As Love and Wit cou’d make impatient Youth, Preventing even my Wishes and Desires, --Oh Gods! and then, even then to be defeated, Then from my o’erjoy’d Arms to have him snatcht; Then when our Vows had made our Freedom lawful; What Maid cou’d suffer a Surprize so cruel? --The Day begins to break,--go search the Streets, And bring me news he’s safe, or I am lost. _Enter_ Gal. Fil. _and_ Jul. _Fil_. _Galliard_, where art thou? _Gal_. Here safe, and by thy side.-- _Lau_. ‘Tis he! _Jul_. Whoe’er he were, the Rogue fought like a Fury, and but for your timely Aid I’d been in some Danger. _Fil_. But, _Galliard_, thou wert telling me thy Adventure with _Silvianetta_; there may be comfort in’t. _Lau_. So, now I shall hear with what concern he speaks of me.-- [_Aside_. _Gal_. Oh, damn her, damn her! _Lau_. Hah! _Gal_. The veriest Jilt that ever learnt the Art. _Lau_. Heavens! _Gal_. Death, the Whore took me for some amorous _English_ elder Brother, and was for Matrimony, in the Devil’s name; thought me a loving Fool, that ne’er had seen so glorious a sight before, and wou’d at any rate enjoy. _Lau_. Oh Heaven! I’m amaz’d, how much he differs from the thing he was but a few Minutes since. [_Aside_. _Gal_. And to advance her Price, set up for Quality; nay, swore she was a Maid, and that she did but act the Curtezan. _Lau_. Which then he seem’d to give a credit to.--O, the forsworn Dissembler!