_Enter_ Sir Signal _a little groping_.
Sir _Sig_. There's no finding my way out,--and now does Fear make me fancy this some inchanted Castle.--
_Enter_ Tick, _listening_.
_Tick_. Hah, an inchanted Castle!
Sir _Sig_. Belonging to a monstrous Giant; who having spirited away the King of _Tropicipopican's_ Daughter, keeps her here inclos'd, and that I a wandring Knight am by fickle Fortune sent to her Deliverance.
[Tick _listens_.
_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.
_Fil_. I, I fled with _Marcella!_ had I been blest with so much Love from her, I wou'd have boasted on't i'th' face of Heaven.
_Mor_. La ye, Sir. [_To_ Octavio.
_Fil_. The lovely Maid I own I have a Passion for; But by the Powers above, the Flame was sacred, And wou'd no more have past the Bounds of Honour Or Hospitality, than I wou'd basely murder; and were she free, I wou'd from all the World make her for ever mine.
_Mor_. Look ye, Sir, a plain case this.
_Gal_. He tells ye simple truth, Sir.
_Oct_. Was it not you this scarce past night I fought with here, in the House by dark, just when you had exchanged yours Vows with her?
_Lau_. Heavens! was it he? [_Aside_.
_Fil_. This Minute was the first I ever enter'd here.
_Jul_. 'Twas I, Sir, was that interrupted Lover,--and this the Lady.
_Lau_. And must I yield at last? [_Aside_.
_Oct_. Wonders and Riddles!
_Gal_. And was this the _Silvianetta_, Sir, you told the Story of?
[_Slily_.
_Jul_. The same whom Inclination, Friends, and Destiny, conspire to make me blest with.
_Gal_. So many Disappointments in one night wou'd make a Man turn honest in spite of Nature.