A blow in publick from Caldoro, branded
With the infamous mark of coward, in delaying
To right myfelf, upon my cheek grows fresher;
That's firft to be confider'd.

Cam. If you dare

Truft my opinion, (yet I have had

Some practice and experience in duels)

You are too tender that

way: Can you

anfwer

The debt you owe your honour, till you meet.
Your enemy from whom you may exact it?
Hath he not left the city, and in fear
Conceal'd himself, for aught I can imagine?
What would you more?

Ador. I fhould do.

Cam. Never think on't

Till fitter time and place invite you to it.
I have read Caranza, and find not in his
Of quarrels, that the injur'd man is bound
To feek for reparation at an hour;

grammar

But may, and without lofs, till he hath settled
More ferious occafions that import him,
For a day or two defer it.

Ador. You'll fubfcribe

Your hand to this?

Cam. And justify't with my life,

Prefume upon't.

Ador. On then, you shall overrule me.

Enter Folantre and Calypfo.

(Exeunt.

Fol. I'll give thee a golden tongue, and have it hung

O'er thy tomb for a monument.

Calyp. I am not prepar'd yet

To leave the world; there are many good pranks

I must dispatch in this kind before I die:

And I had rather, if your honour please,

Have the crowns in my purse.

Jol. Take that.

Calyp. Magnificent lady!

May you live long, and every moon love change,

[up

That I may have fresh imployment. You know what

Remains to be done.

Jol.

fol. Yes, yes, I will command

My daughter and Mirtilla to their chamber.

Calyp. And lock 'em up: fuch liquorifh kitlings are not To be trufted with our cream. E'er I go, I'll help you To fet forth the banquet, and place the candid eringo's Where he may be fure to tafte 'em. Then undrefs you, For these things are cumbersome, when you should be active:

A thin night-mantle to hide part of your smock,

With your pearl embroider'd pantofles on your feet,
And then you are arm'd for service; nay, no trifling,
We are alone, and you know 'tis a point of folly
To be coy to eat, when meat is fet before you.

Enter Adorio, and Servant.

[Ex.

Ador. 'Tis eleven by my watch, the hour appointed. Liften at the door; hear'ft thou any stirring?

Serv. No, fir, all's filent here.

Ador. Some cursed business keeps

Her mother up. I'll walk a little circle,

And fhew where you fhall wait us with the horses,
And then return. This fhort delay afflicts me,

And I prefume, to her it is not pleafing.

Enter Durazzo, Caldoro.

[Exeunt.

Dur. What's now to be done? pr'ythee let's to bed;

I am asleep.

And here's my hand on't without more ado;

By fair or foul play, we'll have her to-morrow
In thy poffeffion.

Cald. Good fir, give me leave

To tafte a little comfort in beholding

The place by her fweet presence fanctify'd.
She may perhaps, to take air, ope the cafement,
And looking out, a new ftar to be gaz'd on
By me with admiration, bless these eyes,
Ne'er happy but when she is made the object.
Dur. Is not here fine fooling?
Cald. Thou great queen of love,

Or real or imagin'd, be propitious
To me thy faithful votary; and I vow

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T'erect

T'erect a ftatue to thee, equal to
Thy picture by Apelles' skillful hand,
Left as the great example of his art;
And on thy thigh I'll hang a golden Cupid,
His torches flaming, and his quiver full,
For farther honour.

Dur. End this waking dream, and let's away.
Enter Califte and Mirtilla.

Calift. Mirtilla!

Cald. 'Tis her voice.

Calift. You heard the horfes footing.
Mirt. Certainly.

Calift. Speak low, my lord Adorio.
Cald. I am dumb.

Dur. The darkness friends us too, moft honour'd

Adorio, your fervant.

[madam. Calift. As you are fo, I do command your filence till

we are

Farther remov'd; and let this kifs affure you,

(I thank the fable night that hides my blushes) I am wholly yours.

Dur. Forward, you micher.

Mirt. Madam, think on Mirtilla.

Dur. I'll not now enquire

The mystery of this, but blefs kind fortune

[Goes in

Favouring us beyond our hopes: yet now I think on't, I had ever a lucky hand in fuch fmock night-work.

Enter Adorio and Servant.

[Exeunt.

Ador. This flownefs does amaze me; fhe's not alter'd

In her late refolution.

Within Jolantre. Get you to bed.

And ftir not on your life, till I command you.

Ador. Her mother's voice! liften.

Serv. Here comes the daughter.

Enter Mirtilla.

Mirt. Whither fhall I fly for fuccour ?

Ador. To thefe arms, your caftle of defence, impreg

nable,

And not to be blown up.

How your heart beats!

Take

Take comfort, dear Caliste, you are now
In his protection that will ne'er forfake you,
Adorio: Your chang'd Adorio fwears

By your best self, an oath he dares not break;
He loves you, loves you in a noble way;
His conftancy firm as the poles of heaven.
I will urge no reply, filence becomes you.
And I'll defer the mufick of your voice
Till we are in a place of fafety.

Mirt. O bleft error!

Enter Severino.

[Exeunt

Sever. 'Tis midnight: how my fears of certain death, Being furpris'd, combat with my strong hopes Rais'd on my chafte wife's goodness! I am grown A ftranger in this city, and no wonder,

I have too long been fo unto myself:

Grant me a little truce, my troubled foul,

I hear fome footing, ha!

Enter Monteclaro and Calypfo.

Calyp. This is the house.

And there's the key; you'll find my lady ready

To entertain you: 'tis not fit I should

Stand gaping by while you bill: I have brought you on,

Charge home, and come off with honour.

Sever. It makes this way.

[Exit

Mont. I am much troubled, and know not what to

think

Of this defign.

Sever. It ftill comes on.

Mont. The watch! I am betray'd.
Sever. Should I now appear fearful,
It would difcover me; there is no retiring,
My confidence muft protect me, I'll appear
As if I walk'd the round. Stand.

Mont. I am loft.

Sever. The word?

Mont. Pray you forbear; I am a ftranger, And miffing this dark stormy night my way To my lodging, you fhall do a courteous office To guide me to't.

Sever. Do you think I ftand here for a page or a

porter?

Mont. Good fir, grow not fo high,

I can justify my being abroad; I am

No pilfering vagabond, and what you are
Stands yet in fuppofition; and I charge you,

If you are an officer, bring me before your captain s
For if you do affault me, tho' not in fear

Of what you can do alone, I will cry murder
And raise the streets.

Sever. Before my captain, ha?

And bring my head to the block. Would we were parted;
I have greater caufe to fear the watch than he.
Mont. Will you do your duty?

Sever. I muft clofe with him

Truth, fir, whate'er you are, (yet by your language
I guess you a gentleman) I'll not ufe the rigour
Of my place upon you: only quit this ftreet,
For your stay here will be dangerous, and good night.
Mont. The like to you, fir: I'll grope out my way
As well as I can. O damn'd bawd! fare you well, fir.

Exit Monteclaro.

Sever. I am glad he's gone; there is a fecret paffage Unknown to my wife, thro' which this key will guide To her defired imbraces, which must be, [me My prefence being beyond her hopes, moft welcome. Enter Folantre, with a rich banquet, and tapers, in a chair, behind a curtain.

Jol. I am full of perplexed thought: imperious blood, Thou only art a tyrant: judgment, reason,

To whatfoever thy edicts proclaim,

With vaffal fear fubfcribe against themselves.

I

am yet fafe in the port, and fee before me, If I put off, a rough tempeftuous fea,

The raging winds of infamy from all quarters
Affuring my deftruction; yet my luft
Swelling the wanton fails, (my understanding
Stow'd under hatches) like a defperate pilot
Commands me to urge on: My pride, my pride,
Self-love, and over-value of myself

Are