_Tick_. How’s that! spirited away the King of _Tropicipopican’s_ Daughter; bless me, what unlawful Wickedness is practis’d in this Romish Heathenish Country! [_Aside_. Sir _Sig_. And yet the Devil of any Dwarf, Squire or Damsel have I met with yet,--wou’d I were cleanlily off this business--hah, Lights, as I live, and People coming this way!--bless me from the Giant!--Oh Lord, what shall I do!-- [_Falls on his Knees_. _Tick_. I fear no Giants, having Justice on my Side; but Reputation makes me tender of my Person.--Hah--what’s this, a Curtain; I’ll wind my self in this, it may secure me. [_Winds himself in a Window-Curtain_. Sir _Sig_.--They’re entering, what shall I do?--hah--here’s a Corner; defend me from a Chimney. [_Creeps to the Corner of the Window, and feels a space between Tick’s Legs and the Corner; creeps in, and stands up just behind_ Tickletext. _Enter_ Gal. _leading_ Laura; Sab. _with Lights just after ‘em_; Jul. Oct. Mor. _and_ Crap. _Oct_. Just in the happy Minute! _Gal_. I’ve sworn by every God, by every Power divine, to marry thee, and save thee from the Tyranny of a forc’d Contract.--Nay, Gad, if I lose a fine Wench for want of Oaths this bout, the Devil’s in me. _Oct_. What think ye now, Sir? _Jul_. Damnation on her, set my Rage at Liberty, That I may kill ‘em both. [Mor. _holds him_. _Mor_. I see no cause for that, she may be virtuous yet. _Oct_. Do ye think as such to pass her off on me, Or that I’ll bear the Infamy of your Family? No, I scorn her now, but can revenge my Honour on a Rival. _Mor_. Nay, then I’ll see fair Play,--turn and defend thy Life. [_Goes to_ Gal. _who turns_. _Jul_. Whilst I do Justice on the Prostitute:--hah-- Defend me, ‘tis the Woman that I love. [_He gazes, she runs to_ Gal. _Lau. Octavio_! _Oct_. _Laura!_ My Sister, perfidious shameful-- [_Offers to kill her_. _Jul_. Hold, thy Sister this? that Sister I’m to marry. _Lau_. Is this then _Julio_? and do all the Powers conspire to make me wretched? _Oct_. May I be dumb for ever. [_Holds his Sword down, and looks sadly;_ Jul. _holds_ Lau. _by one hand, pleads with_ Oct. _with the other_. _Enter_ Fillamour _and_ Pet. _Fil_.--Hah, _Galliard!_ in danger too. [_Draws, steps to ‘em_, Mor. _puts between_. _Oct_. _Fillamour_ here! how now, what’s the matter, Friend? [_They talk whilst enter_ Marcella _and_ Cornelia. _Cor_. Hah, new Broils; sure the Devil’s broke loose to night.--my Uncle, as I live! [Mor. _pleads between_ Fil. _and_ Octavio. _Mar_. And _Octavio!_ Where shall we fly for Safety? _Cor_. I’ll even trust to my Breeches, ‘tis too late to retreat;--s’life, here be our Cavaliers too; nay then, ne’er fear falling into the Enemies hands.