_Lau_. He’s gone, and left me Mistress of my Wish. Descend, ye little winged Gods of Love, Descend and hover round our Bower of Bliss; Play all in various Forms about the Youth, And empty all your Quivers at his Heart. [_Aside_. [Gal. _returns, she takes him by the hand_. --Advance, thou dearer to my Soul than Kindred, Thou more than Friend or Brother. Let meaner Souls base-born conceal the God; Love owns his Monarchy within my Heart, So Kings that deign to visit humble Roofs, Enter disguis’d, but in a noble Palace, Own their great Power, and shew themselves in Glory. _Gal_. I am all Transport with this sudden Bliss, And want some kind Allay to fit my Soul for Recompence. _Cor_. Yes, yes, my forward Friend, you shall have an Allay, if all my Art can do’t, to damp thee even to Disappointment. _Gal_. My Soul’s all Wonder; now let us retire, And gaze till I have softened it to Love. [_Going out is met by_ Cor. _Cor_. Madam! _Lau_. More Interruption!--hah-- [_Turns_. _Cor_. My Master, the young Count _Julio_-- _Lau. Julio_! _Gal_. What of him? [_Aside_. _Cor_. Being just now arriv’d at _Rome_-- _Lau_. Heavens, arriv’d! [_Aside_. _Cor_. Sent me to beg the Honour of waiting on you. _Lau_. Sure, Stranger, you mistake.-- _Cor_. If, Madam, you are _Laura Lucretia_.-- _Gal. Laura Lucretia_! by Heaven, the very Woman he’s to marry. [_Aside_. _Lau_. This would surprize a Virgin less resolv’d: But what have I to do with ought but Love? [_Aside_. --And can your Lord imagine this an Hour To make a ceremonious Visit in? _Gal_. Riddles by Love! or is’t some Trick again? [_Aside_. _Cor_. Madam, where Vows are past, the want of Ceremony may be pardon’d. _Lau_. I do not use to have my Will disputed, Be gone, and let him know I’ll be obey’d. _Cor_. S’life, she’ll out-wit me yet,-- [_Aside_. Madam, I see this Niceness is not general, --You can except some Lovers. _Gal_. My pert young Confident, depart, and let your Master know he’ll find a better welcome from the fair vain Curtezan, _la Silvianetta_, where he has past the Night, and given his Vows. _Lau_. Dearly devis’d, and I must take the hint. [_Aside smiling_. _Cor_. He knows me sure, and says all this to plague me. [_Aside_. My Lord, my Master with a Curtezan! he’s but just now arriv’d. _Gal_. A pretty forward saucy lying Boy this; and may do well in time.-- Madam, believe him not, I saw his Master yesterday,--convers’d with him. --I know him, he’s my Friend;--’twas he that parted hence but now, he told me all his Passion for a Curtezan scarce half an hour since. _Cor_. So!