_Jul_. But I’m impatient to pursue my Adventure, which I must endeavour to do, before the Light discover the Mistake.--Farewel, Sir. [_Ex_. Julio. _Gal_. Go and be ruin’d quite, she has the Knack of doing it. _Sil_. I’ll warrant ye, Madam, for my Part. [_Ex_. Laura and Sabina. _Gal_. I have a damn’d hankering after this Woman: why cou’d I not have put the cheat on her, as _Julio_ has? I stand as little on my Word as he: a good round Oath or two had done the Business.--But a pox on’t, I lov’d too well to be so wise. [Silvio _comes up to him_. _Sil_. _Con licentia_, Signior; is your Name _Galliard_? _Gal_. I am the Man, sweet Heart,--let me behold thee--hah--_Sans Coeur’s_ Page! _Sil_. A duce of his Lanthorn, what shall I say now?--Softly, Signior, I am that Page whose chiefest Business is to attend my Lord’s Mistress, Sir. _Cor_. His Mistress! whose Mistress, what Mistress? S’life, how that little Word has nettled me! [_Aside, listening close_. _Gal_. Upon my Life, the Woman that he boasted of-- [_Aside, hugging of himself_.] --A fair young amorous--noble--Wanton--a--And she wou’d speak with me, my lovely Boy? _Sil_. You have prevented the Commands I had; but should my Lord know of it-- _Gal_. Thou wert undone, I understand thee-- And will be secret as a Confessor, As lonely Shades, or everlasting Night. Come, lead the way. _Cor_. Where I will follow thee, though to the Bed of her thou’rt going to, and even prevent thy very Business there. [_Aside_.] [_Exeunt_. SCENE II. _A Chamber_. _Enter_ Laura, _as before, in a Night-Gown_. _Lau_. Now for a Power that never yet was known To charm this Stranger quickly into Love. Assist my Eyes, thou God of kind Desires; Inspire my Language with a moving Force, That may at once gain and secure the Victory. _Enter_ Silvio. _Sil_. Madam, your Lover’s here: your time’s but short; consider too, Count _Julio_ may arrive. _Lau_. Let him arrive; having secur’d my self of what I love, I’ll leave him to complain his unknown Loss To careless Winds as pitiless as I--_Silvio_, see the Rooms Be fill’d with Lights, whilst I prepare my self to entertain him. Darkness shall ne’er deceive me more-- [_Enter to_ Sil. Gal. _gazing about him_, Cor. _peeping at the Door_. _Gal_. All’s wondrous rich,--gay as the Court of Love, But still and silent as the Shades of Death; --Hah--Musick! and excellent! [_Soft Musick whilst they speak_. Pox on’t--but where’s the Woman?--I need no preparation.-- _Cor_. No, you are always provided for such Encounters, and can fall to _sans_ Ceremony,--but I may spoil your Stomach. [_A Song tuning_.