Sir Sig.
Oh hold hold,—Madam you are mistaken in that point, for to tell you the truth, I do fear,—having—a certain—aversion or Antipathy,—to—Madam—a Gentleman—whe Madam they're the very Monsters of the Nation, they devour every day a Virgin.—
Cor.
Good Heavens! and is he such a Fury!
Sir Sig.
Oh and the veryest Belzebub,—besides Madam he vow'd my Death, if ever he catch me neer this house, and he ever keeps his word in cases of this Nature,—Oh that's he,
[Knocking at the door
I know it by a certain trembling instinct about me,—Oh what shall I do.—
Cor.
Whe—I know not,—can you leap a high window?
Sir Sig.
—He knocks again,—I protest I'me the worst Vaulter in Christendom,—have ye no moderate danger,—between the two ex∣treams of the window or the mad Count? no Closet,—fear has dwin∣dl'd me to the scantling of a Mousehole.
Cor.
—Let me see,—I have no leasure to pursue my Revenge farther, and will rest satisfy'd with this,—for this time—
[Aside.
—Give me the Candle,—and whilst
Philipa is conducting the Cava∣lier to the
Alcove by dark,—you may have an opportunity to slip out,—perhaps there may be danger in his being seen,—
[Aside.
—farewell fool.—
[Ex. Cornelia with the Candle, Phil. goes to the door, lets in Gall. takes him by the hand.
Gall.
Pox on't my Knights bound for Vitterbo, and there's no per∣swading him into sase harbour again,—he has given me but two hours to dispatch matters here,—and then I'me to imbark with him upon this new discovery of honourable Love, as he calls it, whose ad∣venturers are sools, and the returning Cargo, that dead Commodity call'd a wife! a Voyage very sutable to my humour,—who's there?—
Phil.
A Slave of Silvianetta's, Sir give me your hand.—
[Ex. Over the stage. Sir Sig. goes out softly.
[The Scene changes to a Bed Chamber Alcove, Petro leading in Tickletext.
Pet.
Now Signior you're safe and happy; in the Bed-Chamber of your Mistress.—who will be here immediately I'me sure, I'le fetch a light and put you to bed in the mean time.—
Tick.
Not before supper I hope honest Barberacho!
Pet.
Oh Signior that you shall do lying, after the manner of the Ancient Romans.
Tick.
Certo, and that was a marevllous good lazy custome.
[Ex. Pet.
Enter Philipa with Galliard by dark.—
Phil.
My Lady will be with you instantly.—
[goes out.
Tick.
Hah, sure I heard some body come softly in at the door: I hope 'tis the young Gentlewoman!
[He advances forward.