she is married to him.

_Fred._ What! when another has enjoyed her?

Asca. _Victoria, Victoria_! he loves you, madam; let him deny it, if
he can.

_Luc._ Fye, fye, loves me, Ascanio! I hope he would not forswear
himself, when he has railed so much against it.

_Fred._ I hope I may love your mind, madam; I may love spiritually.

_Hip._ That's enough, that's enough: Let him love the mind without the
body, if he can.

_Asca._ Ay, ay, when the love is once come so far, that spiritual mind
will never leave pulling, and pulling, till it has drawn the beastly
body after it.

_Fred._ Well, madam, since I must confess it,--though I expect to be
laughed at, after my railing against love,--I do love you all over,
both soul and body.

_Asca._ Lord, sir, what a tigress have you provoked! you may see she
takes it to the death, that you have made this declaration.

_Hip._ I thought where all her anger was: Why do you not rail, madam?
Why do you not banish him? the prince expects it; he has dealt
honestly, he has told you his mind, and you may make your worst on't.

_Luc._ Because he does expect it, I am resolved, I'll neither satisfy
him nor you: I will neither rail nor laugh: Let him make his worst of
that, now.

_Fred._ If I understand you right, madam, I am happy beyond either my
deserts or expectation.

_Luc._ You may give my words what interpretation you please, sir; I
shall not envy you their meaning in the kindest sense. But we are near
the jessamine walk, there we may talk with greater freedom, because
'tis farther from the house.

_Fred._ I wait you, madam. [_Exeunt._

SCENE V.

AURELIAN, _with a dark lanthorn._ CAMILLO _and_ BENITO.

_Cam._ So, we are safe got over into the nunnery-garden; for what's to
come, trust love and fortune.

_Aur._ This must needs be the walk she mentioned; yet, to be sure,
I'll hold the lanthorn while you read the ticket.

_Cam._ [Reads.] _I prepared this ticket, hoping to see you in the
chapel: Come this evening over the garden wall, on the right hand,
next the Tiber._

_Aur._ We are right, I see.

Cam. _Bring only your discreet Benito with you, and I will meet you
attended by my faithful Beatrix._
VIOLETTA.

_Ben._ Discreet Benito! Did you hear, sir?

_Aur._ Mortify thyself for that vain thought; and, without enquiring
into the mystery of these words, which I assure thee were not meant to
thee,