_Gal_. But when I came to the matter then in debate, she was for honourable Love forsooth, and wou’d not yield, no marry wou’d she, not under a Licence from the Parson of the Parish. _Jul_. Who was it, prithee? ‘twere a good Deed to be so reveng’d on her. _Gal_. Pox on her; no, I’m sure she’s a damn’d Gipsy, for at the same time she had her Lovers in reserve, lay hid her Bed-chamber. _Lau_. ‘Twas that he took unkindly, And makes me guilty of that rude Address. _Fil_. Another Lover had she? _Gal_. Yes, our Coxcomb Knight Buffoon, laid by for a relishing Bit, in case I prov’d not season’d to her Mind. _Lau_. Hah, he knew him then. _Gal_. But damn her, she passes with the Night, the Day will bring new Objects. _Fil_. Oh, do not doubt it, _Frank_. _Lau_. False and Inconstant! Oh, I shall rave, _Silvio_-- [_Aside to Sil_. _Enter_ Cornelia _in Man’s Clothes with a Letter_. _Cor_. Here be the Cavaliers: give me, kind Heaven, but hold of him; and if I keep him not, I here renounce my Charms of Wit and Beauty--Signiors, is there a Cavalier amongst ye, call’d _Fillamour_? _Fil_. I own that Name; what wou’d you, Sir? _Cor_. Only deliver this, Signior. [Fil. _goes aside, opens his Lanthorn, and reads_, Jul. _and_ Gal. _talk aside_. _Fil_. [Reads.] _I’ll only tell you I am Brother to that Marcella whom you have injured, to oblige you to meet me an Hour hence, in the_ Piazo Despagnia: _I need not say with your Sword in your hand, since you will there meet_ Julio Sebastiano Morosini! --Hah! her Brother sure return’d from Travel. [_Aside_. --Signior,--I will not fail to answer it as he desires. [_To_ Cornelia. I’ll take this Opportunity to steal off undiscover’d. [_Aside going out_. _Cor_. So, I’ve done my Sister’s Business; now for my own. _Gal_. But, my good Friend, pray what Adventure have you been on to night. _Jul_. Faith, Sir, ‘twas like to have prov’d a pleasant one, I came just now from _Silvianetta_, the fair young Curtezan. _Cor_. Hah! what said the Man--came from me! [_Aside_. _Gal_. How, Sir, you with _Silvianetta!_ when? _Jul_. Now, all the dear live-long Night. _Cor_. A Pox take him, who can this be? [_Aside_. _Gal_. This night! this night! that is not yet departed. _Jul_. This very happy Night,--I told you I saw a lovely Woman at St. _Peter’s_ Church. _Gal_. You did so. _Jul_. I told you too I follow’d her home, but you’d learn neither her Name nor Quality; but my Page getting into the acquaintance of one of hers, brought me News of both; her Name _Silvianetta_, her Quality a Curtezan. _Cor_. I at Church yesterday! now hang me if I had any such devout Thoughts about me: why, what a damn’d scandalous Rascal’s this?