[Aside. O, aye-
'tis well- I'll follow- but whither?- Plague of my dull Mistakes, the
Woman's gone- yet stay- [Calls 'em. For now I think on't, this Mistake
may help me to another- stay- I must dispose of this mad Fire about
me, which all these Disappointments cannot lay- Oh for some young kind
Sinner in the nick- How I cou'd souse upon her like a Bird of Prey,
and worry her with Kindness. [Aside.- Go on, I follow. [Exeunt. Scene
changes to La Nuche's House. Enter Petronella and Aurelia with Light.
Aur. Well, the Stranger is in Bed, and most impatiently expects our
Patrona, who is not yet returned. Pet. Curse of this Love! I know
she's in pursuit of this Rover, this English Piece of Impudence; Pox
on 'em, I know nothing good in the whole Race of 'em, but giving all
to their Shirts when they're drunk. What shall we do, Aurelia? This
Stranger must not be put off, nor Carlo neither, who has fin'd again
as if for a new Maidenhead. Aur. You are so covetous, you might have
put 'em off, but now 'tis too late. Pet. Put off! Are these Fools to
be put off think ye? a fine Fop Englishman, and an old doating
Grandee?- No, I cou'd put the old trick on 'em still, had she been
here but to have entertain'd 'em: but hark, one knocks, 'tis Carlo on
my Life- Enter Carlo, gives Petronella Gold.
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