SCENE III. _The Piazza.

_Enter_ Ludovico _singing_.

_Give me but Wine, that Liquor of Life,_ _And a Girl that is wholesome and clean,_ _Two or three Friends, but the Devil a Wife,_ _And I'd not change State with a King._

_Enter_ Lucy.

_Lucy._ What singing, Signior! Well you're a pleasant Gentleman----

_Lud._ Ah! my little female _Mercury_, what Message bring'st thou? Ha----will thy Lady bless me with another Sight----Ha----How----When? where? I am all in a Flame.

_Lucy._ Come along with me, Sir, I'll help you to an Extinguisher presently.

_Lud._ If thou meanest thy Lady, with all my Heart--But I can tell thee, she'll rather prove Oil, than what you speak of----But, say, where am I to see my lovely Charmer?

_Lucy._ In her Chamber----

_Lud._ Good! But how the Devil can that be done?

_Lucy._ Nay, without the Help of a Conjuror, I assure you; if you dare take me for your Pilot, I'll warrant you Success in your Voyage----I'll set you safe in the Island of Love; 'tis your Business to improve the Soil.

_Lud._ I warrant thee, Girl; do you but bring me there once, and if I play not my Part, may I never more know the Pleasure of an Intrigue.

_Lucy._ Which, if I mistake not, is the streatest Curse can fall on you----Well, you must suffer a small Metamorphosis: What think you of personating me a little? That is, dressing in my Cloaths, and waiting on your Mistress in her Bed-chamber--Ha----

_Lud._ Egad, I'm afraid I shall make but an aukward Chamber-maid, I'm undisciplin'd in dressing a Lady's Head----

_Lucy._ Oh! Sir, your Commission won't reach so high as the Head: I believe my Lady will excuse little Matters: You can undress, I suppose.

_Lud._ Oh! the best and the quickest of any Man in _Venice_. But a Pox on't--Can'st find no other way?----I, I, I,----I like Petticoats in their proper Places, but I don't care to have my Legs in 'em.

_Lucy._ And so you resolve against it? Ha----

_Lud._ No, not absolutely resolve, Child: But--a----

_Lucy._ But what, Sir!

_Lud._ Nothing--I will follow thy Directions, whatever comes on't. Now lead the way, for nothing suits better with my Humour than a Friend, a Bottle, a new Mistress and a convenient Place. [_Exit_ Lucy, Ludovico.