_Fred._ I hope I may love your mind, madam; I may love spiritually. _Hip._ That's enough, that's enough: Let him love the mind without the body, if he can. _Asca._ Ay, ay, when the love is once come so far, that spiritual mind will never leave pulling, and pulling, till it has drawn the beastly body after it. _Fred._ Well, madam, since I must confess it,--though I expect to be laughed at, after my railing against love,--I do love you all over, both soul and body. _Asca._ Lord, sir, what a tigress have you provoked! you may see she takes it to the death, that you have made this declaration. _Hip._ I thought where all her anger was: Why do you not rail, madam? Why do you not banish him? the prince expects it; he has dealt honestly, he has told you his mind, and you may make your worst on't. _Luc._ Because he does expect it, I am resolved, I'll neither satisfy him nor you: I will neither rail nor laugh: Let him make his worst of that, now. _Fred._ If I understand you right, madam, I am happy beyond either my deserts or expectation. _Luc._ You may give my words what interpretation you please, sir; I shall not envy you their meaning in the kindest sense. But we are near the jessamine walk, there we may talk with greater freedom, because 'tis farther from the house. _Fred._ I wait you, madam. [_Exeunt._ SCENE V. AURELIAN, _with a dark lanthorn._ CAMILLO _and_ BENITO. _Cam._ So, we are safe got over into the nunnery-garden; for what's to come, trust love and fortune. _Aur._ This must needs be the walk she mentioned; yet, to be sure, I'll hold the lanthorn while you read the ticket. _Cam._ [Reads.] _I prepared this ticket, hoping to see you in the chapel: Come this evening over the garden wall, on the right hand, next the Tiber._ _Aur._ We are right, I see. Cam. _Bring only your discreet Benito with you, and I will meet you attended by my faithful Beatrix._ VIOLETTA. _Ben._ Discreet Benito! Did you hear, sir? _Aur._ Mortify thyself for that vain thought; and, without enquiring into the mystery of these words, which I assure thee were not meant to thee, plant thyself by that ladder without motion, to secure our retreat; and be sure to make no noise. _Ben._ But, sir, in case that-- _Aur._ Honest Benito, no more questions: _Basta_ is the word. Remember, thou art only taken with us, because thou hast a certain evil daemon, who conducts thy actions, and would have been sure, by some damned accident or other, to have brought thee hither to disturb us. _Cam._ I hear whispering not far from us, and I think 'tis Violetta's voice. _Aur._ [_To_ BEN.] Retire to your post; avoid, good Satan. [_Exit_ BEN. _Enter_ LAURA, _with a dark lanthorn hid, and_ VIOLETTA. _Cam._ Ours is the honour of the field, madam; we are here before you. _Vio._ Softly, dear friend; I think I hear some walking in the garden.