FLORINDA.

Heigh ho! how weary are my Spirits!

JULIO.

I care not for my Spirits, if my Legs were not weary.

HILLARIO.

For shame, Sir, a young brisk Gentleman, and talk of being tir'd! Why 'tis not above some eight, or ten Miles since we quitted our Horses.

JULIO.

I could find in my Heart to disgrace my Manhood, and cry like a mere Girl; but since I represent a Man, I must make a Shew of Courage at least, and comfort the weaker Vessel; therefore Courage, good Florinda.

FLORINDA.

Pr'ythee, Julio, bear with me, I can go no farther.

HILLARIO.

For my Part, I had much rather bear with you, than bear you, I promise you. But come, who knows where we are?

JULIO.

Not I,—but here comes one, who, in all Probability, can inform us.

FLORINDA.

He seems a Native; you'll remember who we are, Hillario.

HILLARIO.

I warrant you! you, Sir, are no longer Lady Camilla, but Mr. Julio, the Shepherd, (to Julio) and you, Madam —(to Florinda).

FLORINDA.

Mrs. Florinda, the Shepherd's Sister. But soft, the Stranger's here.