_Enter_ Laura _with her Lute, drest in a careless rich Dress, followed by_ Sabina, _to whom she gives her Lute, and_ Silvio.
_Jul_. Hah! 'tis the same Woman.
[_She sees_ Julio _and starts_.
_Lau_. A Stranger here! What Art can help me now?
[_She pauses_.
_Gal_. By all my Joys, a lovely Woman 'tis.
_Lau_. Help me, Deceit, Dissembling, all that's Woman-- [_She starts and gazes on_ Gal. _pulling_ Silvio.
_Cor_. Sure I shou'd know that Face.--
_Lau_. Ah, look, my _Silvio_, is't not he?--it is!
That Smile, that Air, that Mien, that Bow is his: 'Tis he, by all my Hopes, by all my Wishes.
_Gal_. He! yes, yes, I am a He, I thank my Stars, And never blest 'em half so much for being so, As for the dear Variety of Woman.
_Cor_. Curse on her Charms, she'll make him love in earnest.
_Lau_. It is my Brother; and Report was false.
[_Going towards him_.
_Gal_. How, her Brother! Gad, I'm sorry we are so near akin, with all my Soul; for I'm damnably pleas'd with her.
_Lau_. Ah, why do you shun my Arms? or are ye Air?
And not to be enclos'd in human Twines-- Perhaps you are the Ghost of that dead Lord, That comes to whisper Vengeance to my Soul.
_Gal_. S'heart, a Ghost! This is an odd preparative to Love.
[_Aside_.
_Cor_, 'Tis Laura, my Brother _Julio's_ Mistress, and Sister to _Octavio_.
_Gal_. Death, Madam! do not scare away my Love with Tales of Ghosts, and Fancies of the Dead. I'll give ye Proofs I'm living loving Man, as errant an amorous Mortal as Heart can wish--I hope she will not jilt me too.
[_Aside_.
_Cor_. So! he's at his common Proof for all Arguments; if she shou'd take him at his Word now, and she'll be sure to do't.
_Lau_. Amiable Stranger, pardon the Mistake, And charge it on a Passion for a Brother: Devotion was not more retir'd than I, Vestals or widow'd Matrons when they weep; Till by a fatal Chance I saw in you, The dear Resemblance of a murder'd Brother. [_Weeps_.
_Jul_. What the Devil can she mean by this? [_Aside_.
_Lau_. I durst not trust my Eyes, yet still I gaz'd, And that encreas'd my Faith you were my Brother: But since they err'd, and he indeed is dead, Oh, give me leave to pay you all that Love, That Tenderness and Passion that was his. [_Weeping_.
_Cor_. So, I knew she wou'd bring Matters about some way or other. Oh Mischief, Mischief, help me! S'life, I can be wicked enough when I have no use on't! and now have, I'm as harmless as a Fool.
[_As Gal. _is earnestly talking to_ Lau. Julio _pulls him by the Sleeve_.
_Lau_. Oh, save me, save me from the Murderer.
_Jul_. Hah!
_Gal_. A Murderer, where?
_Lau_. I faint, I die with horror of the Sight!
_Gal_. Hah--my Friend a Murderer! sure you mistake him, Madam; he saw not Rome till yesterday; an honest Youth, Madam, and one that knows his distance upon occasion!--S'life, how cam'st thou here?--prithee be gone and leave us.
_Jul_. Why, do you know this Lady, Sir?
_Gal_. Know her!--a--ay, ay,--Man--and all her Relations, she's of Quality:--withdraw, withdraw--Madam--a--he is my Friend, and shall be civil.--
_Lau_. I have an easy Faith for all you say:--but yet however innocent he be, or dear to you, I beg he wou'd depart--he is so like my Brother's Murderer, that one Look more wou'd kill me--
_Jul_. A Murderer! charge me with Cowardice, with Rapes or Treasons-- Gods, a Murderer!
_Cor_. A Devil on her, she has robb'd the Sex of all their Arts of Cunning.
_Gal_. Pox on't, thou'rt rude; go, in good Manners go.
_Lau_. I do conjure ye to torture me no more: If you wou'd have me think you're not that Murderer, Be gone, and leave your Friend to calm my Heart Into some kinder Thoughts.
_Gal_. Ay, prithee go, I'll be sure to do thy Business for thee.
_Cor_. Yes, yes, you will not fail to do a friendly Part, no doubt--
_Jul_. 'Tis but in vain to stay--I see she did mistake her Man last night, and 'twas to Chance I am in debt for that good Fortune;--I will retire to shew my Obedience, Madam.
[_Exit_. Jul. Gal. _going to the door with him_.
_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_--