_Car_. Is she witty?
_Fran_. I"m no competent Judge, an"t like your Holiness, --This Catechism was certainly of the Devil"s own making. [Aside.
_Enter_ Guzman, _bringing in_ Julia, Clara, Isabella, Jacinta, Guiliom, Antonio, &c. _Women veil"d_.
_Car_. These, Sir, are all the Slaves of Note are taken.
_Isa_. Dost think, _Jacinta_, he"ll chuse me?
_Jac_. I"ll warrant you, Madam, if he looks with my Eyes.
_Guz_. Stand forth. [_To the Men_.
_Guil_. Stand forth, Sir! why, so I can, Sir, I dare show my Face, Sir, before any Great _Turk_ in Christendom.
_Car_. What are you, Sir?
_Guil_. What am I, Sir? Why, I"m a Lord, a Lord.
_Fran_. What, are you mad to own your Quality, he"ll ask the Devil and all of a ransom.
_Guil_. No matter for that, I"ll not lose an Inch of my Quality for a King"s ransom; disgrace my self before my fair Mistress!
_Isa_. That"s as the _Great Turk_ and I shall agree. [_Scornfully_.
_Car_. What are you, Sir?
_Ant_. A Citizen of _Cadiz_.
_Car_. Set "em by, we"ll consider of their ransoms--now unveil the Ladies.
[Guzman _unveils_ Jacinta.
_Fran_. Oh, dear Wife, now or never show thy Love, make a d.a.m.nable face upon the filthy Ravisher,--glout thy Eyes thus--and thrust out thy upper lip, thus.-- [Guzman _presents_ Jacinta.
_Guil_. Oh, dear _Isabella_, do thee look like a Dog too.
_Isa_. No, Sir, I"m resolv"d I"ll not lose an Inch of my Beauty, to save so trifling a thing as a Maiden head.
_Car_. Very agreeable, pretty and chearful--
[_She is veil"d and set by: Then Clara is unveil"d_.
A most divine bud of Beauty--all Nature"s Excellence--drawn to the life in little,--what are you, fair one?
_Cla_. Sir, I"m a Maid.
_Fran_. So, I hope he will pitch upon her.
_Cla_. Only, by promise, Sir, I"ve given my self away.
_Car_. What happy Man cou"d claim a t.i.tle in thee, And trust thee to such danger?
_Isa_. Heavens, shall I be defeated by this little Creature? What pity "twas he saw me not first?
_Cla_. I dare not name him, Sir, lest this small Beauty which you say adorns me, shou"d gain him your displeasure; he"s in your presence, Sir, and is your Slave.
_Car_. Such Innocence this plain Confession shows, name me the man, and I"ll resign thee back to him.
_Fran_. A Pox of his Civility.
_Ant_. This Mercy makes me bold to claim my right. [_Kneels_.
_Car_. Take her, young Man, and with it both your Ransoms.
_Guil_. Hum--hum--very n.o.ble, i"faith, we"ll e"en confess our loves too, _Isabella_.
_Isa_. S"life, he"ll spoil all,--hold--pray let your Betters be serv"d before you.
_Guil_. How! Is the Honour of my Love despised?--wer"t not i"th presence of the Great _Turk_, for whom I have a reverence because he"s a man of quality--by _Jove_, I"d draw upon you.
_Isa_. Because you were my Lover once, when I"m Queen I"ll pardon you.
[Guzman _unveils her, and leads her to_ Carlos, _she making ridiculous actions of Civility_.
_Car_. What aukard, fond, conceited thing art thou? Veil her, and take the taudry Creature hence.
_Guil_. Hum--your Majesty"s humble Servant.
[_Putting off his Hat ridiculously_.
_Fran_. How! refuse my Daughter too! I see the Lot of a Cuckold will fall to my share.
_Guz_. This is the Wife, Great Sir, of this old Slave.
[_Unveils_ Julia.
_Car_. Hah! what do I see, by _Mahomet_, she"s fair.
_Fran_. So, so, she"s condemn"d; oh, d.a.m.n"d _Mahometan_ Cannibal! will nothing but raw flesh serve his turn.
_Car_. I"ll see no more,--here I have fix"d my heart.
_Fran_. Oh, Monster of a _Grand Seignior_!
_Guz_. Have you a mind to be flead, Sir?
_Car_. Receive my Handkerchief. [_Throws it to her_.
_Fran_. His Handkerchief! bless me, what does he mean?
_Guz_. To do her the honour to lie with her to night.