Don _John._ Since 'tis so impossible for you to resolve for your own Good, I must submit to what you'll have me: But are not we to know the Name of this Piece of Rarity, that is to do you this good Turn? Don _Ped._ You'll know it presently; for I'm going to carry you to her House. Don _John._ You shall tell me, at least, who are her two Gallants. Don _Ped._ One, they cou'd not tell me his Name; t' other is----But before we talk any more of these Affairs, can you let me dispose of _Lopez_, till the Return of a Servant, I sent three Days ago to---- Don _John._ Carry News of you to _Papa_, I suppose. Don _Ped._ You are right; the good Man is thirty Leagues off, and I have not seen him these six Years. Don _John._ _Lopez_, do you wait upon Don _Pedro_. _Lop._ With all my Heart. It's at least a Suspension of Boxes of the Ear, and Kicks of the Backside. [_Aside._ Don _Ped._ Then, honest _Lopez_, with your Master's Leave, go to the New-Inn, the King of _France_ on Horseback, and see if my Servant's return'd; I'll be there immediately, to charge thee with a Commission of more Importance. _Lop._ I shall perform your Orders, Sir, both to your Satisfaction, and my own Reputation. [_Exit ~Lopez~._ Don _John._ Very quaint. Well, old Acquaintance, you are going to be married then? 'Tis resolved: Ha! Don _Ped._ So says my Star. Don _John._ The foolishest Star that has said any Thing a great while. Don _Ped._ Still the same, I see! Or, more than ever, resolv'd to love nothing. Don _John._ Love nothing! Why, I'm in Love at this very Time. Don _Ped._ With what? Don _John._ A Woman. Don _Ped._ Impossible! Don _John._ True. Don _Ped._ And how came you in love with her? Don _John._ Why, I was ordered not to be in love with her. Don _Ped._ Then, there's more Humour than Love in't. Don _John._ There shall be what you please in't. But I shan't quit the Gentlewoman, till I have convinced her there's something in't. Don _Ped._ Mayn't I know her Name? Don _John._ When you have let me into your conjugal Affection. Don _Ped._ Pray, stay here but till I have sent _Lopez_ to my Father-in-law; I'll come back, and carry you with me in a Moment. Don _John._ I'll expect you. Don _Ped._ Adieu, dear Friend! May I in earnest see you quickly in Love! [_Exit Don ~Pedro~._ Don _John._ May I, without a Jest, see you quickly a Widower. _Don ~John~ solus._ He comes, he says, to marry a Woman of Quality that has two Lovers----If it should be _Leonora_----But, why she? There are many, I hope, in that Condition in _Valencia_----I'm a little embarrass'd about it, however---- _Friendship, take heed; if Woman interfere, Be sure the Hour of thy Destruction's near._ [Exit. [Illustration]