_Car_. This Fellow"s of a quick Wit and good Apprehension, though possibly he cannot act the Don so well, yet that which makes up the best part of our young Gallants now a-days, he shall not want; that is, good Clothes, Money, and an Equipage,--and a little Instruction will serve turn.
_Ant_. I"m ravisht with the Fancy;--let me see--he shall be an _English_ Lord, or a _French_ Count.
_Car_. Either, we"ll furnish him with Bills on Signior Don _Francisco_, --Men and Baggage, and the business is done--he shall make Love to her.
_Ant_. Most excellent.
_Car_. _Guzman_, have you not observ"d this Fellow I am speaking of.
_Guz_. Observ"d him, Sir! I know him particularly, I"ll fetch him to you now, Sir; he always stands for new Imployment with the rest of his Gang under St. _Jago"s_ Church-wall.
_Car_. Bring him anon to my Lodgings, where we"ll prepare him for the Adventure.
_Ant_. And if the proud _Isabella_ bite not at so gay a bait, I"ll be bound to be married to her.
_Car_. And if she do not, possibly that may be your Fate--but in return, you must let _Clara_ know the Design I have, and, undeceiving her opinion of my Love, make her of our Party.
_Ant_. Trust my Friendship, Sir, and Management. I"ll to her instantly, that is, make a visit to _Isabella_, and get an opportunity to speak with _Clara_.
_Car_. And I must write a Letter to _Julia_, to undeceive her Fears too, could I but get it to her.
_Guz_. For that let me alone.
[_Exeunt severally, bowing_.
SCENE II. _A Chamber_.
_Enter_ Julia _and_ Jacinta.
_Jac_. Lord, Madam, you are as melancholy as a sick Parrot.
_Jul_. And can you blame me, _Jacinta_? have I not many Reasons to be sad? first have I not lost the only Man on earth in Don _Carlos_, that I cou"d love? and worse than that, am married to a Thing, fit only for his Tomb; a Brute, who wanting sense to value me, treats me more like a Prisoner than a Wife?--and his Pretence is, because I should not see nor hear from Don _Carlos_.
_Jac_. Wou"d I were in your room, Madam, I"d cut him out work enough, I"d warrant him; and if he durst impose on me, i"faith, I"d transform both his Shape and his Manners; in short, I"d try what Woman-hood cou"d do. And indeed, the Revenge wou"d be so pleasant, I wou"d not be without a jealous Husband for all the World; and really, Madam, Don _Carlos_ is so sweet a Gentleman.
_Jul_. Ay, but the Sin, _Jacinta_!
_Jac_. O" my Conscience, Heav"n wou"d forgive it; for this match of yours, with old _Francisco_, was never made there.
_Jul_. Then if I wou"d, alas, what opportunities have I, for I confess since his first Vows made him mine--
_Jac_. Right--that lying with old _Francisco_ is flat Adultery.
_Jul_. I might, with some excuse, give my self away to _Carlos_--But oh, he"s false, he takes unjustly all the Vows he paid me, and gives "em to my Sister _Clara_ now.
_Jac_. Indeed that"s something uncivil, Madam, if it be true.
_Jul_. True! my Father has with joy consented to it, and he has leave to visit her; and can I live to see"t? No, Mischief will ensue, my Love"s too high, too nicely true to brook Affronts like that.
_Jac_. Yet you first broke with him.
_Jul_. Not I; be witness, Heav"n, with what reluctancy I forc"d my breaking heart; and can I see that charming Body in my Sister"s Arms!
that Mouth that has so oft sworn Love to me kist by another"s Lips! no, _Jacinta_, that night that gives him to another Woman, shall see him dead between the Charmer"s Arms. My Life I hate, and when I live no more for _Carlos_, I"ll cease to be at all; it is resolv"d.
_Jac_. Faith, Madam, I hope to live to see a more comical end of your Amours--but see where your amiable Spouse comes with Don _Baltazer_ your Father.
_Enter_ Francisco _and_ Baltazer.
_Fran_. So--you two are d.a.m.nable close together, "tis for no goodness I"ll warrant, you have your trade betimes.
_Jac_. Meaning me, Sir?
_Fran_. Yes, you, one of my Wife"s evil Counsellors,--go, get you up both to your respective Chambers, go--
[_Ex. both_.
_Bal_. Barring your Compliments, good Son, give me leave to speak.
_Fran_. Shaw, I know as well as your self what you wou"d say now; you wou"d a.s.sure me I am sole Master of your House, and may command; that you are heartily glad to see me at _Cadiz_, and that you desire I wou"d resolve upon a Week"s stay, or so; that you"ll spare nothing for my entertainment: why, I know all this, and therefore pray take my word, good Father-in-Law, without any more ado.
_Bal_. Well, Sir, pray answer me one question, what drew you to _Cadiz_?
_Fran_. Why, I"ll tell you; in the first place, a Pox of all Lovers, I say; for my Daughter _Isabella_ is to be married, as you know, to _Antonio_, a young rich Merchant of this Town; in the second place, my Wife, with a Vengeance, must be gadding to visit you and her Sister, whom we heard also was to be married to the young Governor Don _Carlos_; "tis shreudly against my will, Heav"n knows, for my Wits are in an uproar already about this business--your Gallants, Father, your young Gallants,--I wish my Wife were secure at home again.
_Bal_. Pray, why so?
_Fran_. Alas, I see the Trick, Sir, a mere Trick put upon a Man, a married Man, and a married Man to a handsome young Woman,--you apprehend me.
_Bal_. Not I, Sir.
_Fran_. Not you, Sir! why, look ye, your young Governor who now is, made most desperate love to her who is now my Wife, d"ye mind me?--but you, being a Man of an exact Judgment, to her great grief, gave her to me, who best deserv"d her, both for my civil Behaviour, and comely Personage, d"ye understand me? but now this _Carlos_, by his Father"s death, being made Governor, d"ye see? is to marry me your other daughter _Clara_, and to exasperate me, wou"d never let me be at quiet till he had got both of us. .h.i.ther to _Cadiz_, to grace his Wedding; a Pox of his Invitation, was I so civil to invite him to mine?
_Bal_. If this be your Affliction, you may avoid it.
_Fran_. No, no, I"ll try to force Nature a little, and be civil, or so; but as soon as the Ceremony"s over, I"ll steal out of Town, whip a way, presto, i"faith.
_Bal_. But shou"d you do so rude a thing to your new Brother, your Wife wou"d think you were jealous of her. No, dissemble that Fault, I beseech you, "twill make you odious to her and all the world, when "tis needless, "tis natural for Women to hate what they fear.
_Fran_. Say you so, then I will hide it as much as I can in words, I can dissemble too upon occasion.
_Bal_. Let her remain awhile amongst us.
_Fran_. The Devil a bit she shall, good Father mine, no, no, I have more years than you, Sir Father, and understand what Women are, especially when married to ancient Men, and have the Conversation of young Men--whose Eyes like Basilisks destroy Modesty with looking on "em; the very Thought on"t has rais"d a b.u.mp in my Forehead already.
_Bal_. I am sorry you should suspect my Daughter"s Virtue.