_Jacin._ That's the way to prosper; however, so far I'll confess the truth to thee; at least if that don't do, nothing else will. Men are mighty simple in love-matters, Sir: when you suspect woman's a falling off, you fall a plaguing her to bring her on again, attack her with reason and a sour face: udslife, Sir, attack her with a fiddle, double your good humour----give her a ball----powder your perriwig at her----let her cheat you at cards a little, and I'll warrant all's right again. But to come upon a poor woman with the gloomy face of jealousy, before she gives the least occasion for't, is to set a complaisant rival in too favourable a light. Sir, Sir, I must tell you, I have seen those have ow'd their success to nothing else. _Car._ Say no more; I have been to blame, but there shall be no more on't. _Jac._ I should punish you but justly however for what's past, if I carried back what I have brought you; but I'm good-natur'd, so here 'tis; open it, and see how wrong you tim'd your jealousy. _Car._ [Reads.] _If you love me with that tenderness you have made me long believe you do, this letter will be welcome; 'tis to tell you, you have leave to plead a daughter's weakness to a father's indulgence: and if you prevail with him to lay his commands upon me, you shall be as happy as my obedience to them can make you._ Leonora. Then I shall be what man was never yet [_Kissing the Letter._] Ten thousand blessings on thee for thy news, I could adore thee as a Deity. [_Embracing ~Jacin~._ _Jacin._ True flesh and blood, every inch of her, for all that. _Car._ [Reads again.] _And if you prevail with him to lay his commands upon me, you shall be as happy as my obedience to them can make you._ O happy, happy _Carlos_! But what shall I say to thee for this welcome message? [_To ~Jacinta~._] Alas! I want words----But let this speak for me, and this, and this, and---- [_Giving her his ring, watch, and purse._ _San._ Hold, Sir; pray leave a little something for our board-wages. You can't carry 'em all, I believe: [_To ~Jacinta~._] shall I ease thee of this? [_Offering to take the purse._ _Jacin._ No; but you may carry----That, sirrah. [_Giving him a box o' th' ear._ _San._ The jade's grown purse-proud already. _Car._ Well, dear _Jacinta_, say something to your charming mistress, that I am not able to say myself: But, above all, excuse my late unpardonable folly, and offer her my life to expiate my crime. _Jacin._ The best plea for pardon will be never to repeat the fault. _Car._ If that will do 'tis seal'd for ever. _Jacin._ Enough; but I must be gone; success attend you with the old gentleman. Good-by t'ye, Sir. [_Exit ~Jacin~._ _Car._ Eternal blessings follow thee.