_Lop._ Mum; here's her Father: I'll warrant this old Spark comes to correct our Way of living too. _Enter Don ~Felix~._ Don _Fel._ Don _John!_ Don _John._ Don _Felix!_ do I see you in my poor Dwelling? Pray, to what lucky Accident do I owe this Honour? Don _Fel._ That I may speak to you without Constraint, pray send away your Servant. _Lop._ What the Pox have I done to 'em, they are all so uneasy at my Company? [_Aside._ Don _John._ Give us Chairs, and leave the Room. _Lop._ If this old Fellow comes to quarrel with us too, he'll at least do us less harm. [_Aside._ Don _Fel._ Won't you retire, Friend? [_Looking behind._ Don _John._ Be gone, Sirrah. _Lop. aside._] Pox take ye----you old Prig, you: But I shall be even with you. [_Lopez hides himself._ Don _Fel._ You know me, Sir? Don _John._ I do, Sir. Don _Fel._ That I call myself---- Don _John._ Don Felix. Don _Fel._ That I am of the House of---- Don _John._ _Cabrera_, one of the first of _Valencia_. Don _Fel._ That my Estate is---- Don _John._ Great. Don _Fel._ You know that I have some Reputation in the World? Don _John._ I know your Reputation equals your Birth. Don _Fel._ And you are not ignorant, that Heaven, for the Consolation of my grey Hairs, has given me an only Daughter, who is not deform'd? Don _John._ Beauteous as Light. Don _Fel._ Well shap'd, witty, and endow'd with-- Don _John._ All the good Qualities of Mind and Body. Don _Fel._ Since you are satisfy'd with all this, hearken, I pray, with Attention, to the Business that brings me hither. Don _John._ I shall.