_Lor._ Oh sweet _Isabella_! upon my Knees I beg thou wilt take no fatal Resolution; For I protest, as I am a Man of Honour, And adore thy Sex, thou shalt only see, Not hear of my Expences more; And for a small testimony of it, here take this; There’s twenty Pistoles upon Reputation. [Gives her Money. _Isab._ Fy, fy, ‘tis not brave, nor generous to name The Sum, you should have slid it into my Coat, Without saying what you had done. _Lor._ What signifies that, mun, as long as ‘tis current, And you have it sure? _Isab._ Well, leave the management of your Affairs to me-- What shall we do? here’s _Alberto_. Enter _Alberto_. _Lor._ Well, who can help it? I cannot walk invisible. _Alb._ _Lorenzo_, what, making Love to _Isabella_? _Lor._ She’l serve, my Lord, for want of a better. _Isab._ That’s but a coarse Complement. _Lor._ ‘Twill serve to disguise a Truth however. [Aside to her. [Ex. _Isab._ Faith, I’ll tell you, Sir, ‘twas such another Damsel As this, that sav’d me five hundred Pound once upon a time; And I have lov’d the whole Tribe of Waiting-women The better ever since. _Alb._ You have reason; how was it? _Lor._ Why, look you, Sir, I had made Love a long time to a Lady; But she shall be nameless, Since she was of a quality not to be gain’d under The aforesaid Sum: well, I brought it, Came pouder’d and perfum’d, and high in expectation. _Alb._ Well, Sir. _Lor._ And she had a very pretty Wench, who was to Conduct me, and in the dark too; And, on my Conscience, I e’en fell aboard of her, And was as well accommodated for my five, As five Hundred Pounds, and so return’d. _Alb._ A great defeat to the Lady the while, a my word. _Lor._ Ay, she smelt the Plot, and made a Vow to follow The _Italian_ mode for the future; And be serv’d in Affairs of that kind by none But an old Woman. _Alb._ ‘Twas wittily resolv’d. _Lor._ Are you for the Presence this Morning? _Alb._ No, I have business here with _Antonio_. _Lor._ Your Servant, my Lord. [Exit. _Alb._ I do not like this Fellow’s being here, The most notorious Pimp and Rascal in _Italy_; ‘Tis a vile shame that such as he should live, Who have the form and sense of Man about them, And in their Action Beast; And that he thrives by too. Enter _Isabella_. --_Isabella_, is _Antonio_ stirring? _Isab._ He is, please your Lordship to walk in. _Alb._ You may tell him I wait here: For I would avoid all opportunity of seeing _Clarina_. [Aside. _Isab._ My Lord, you need not stand upon Ceremonies. [Exit _Alberto_. Enter _Clarina_ and _Ismena_, dress’d like one another in every thing, laughing and beholding one another. --Dress’d already! now on my conscience I know not which is which: Pray God _Antonio_ be not mistaken at night, For I’ll be sworn I am by day-light. _Ism._ Dost think I may pass thus for _Clarina_?