Alon. Faith, I know not, I never saw her yet, but ’tis the Sister of _Marcel_, whom we both knew last Summer in _Flanders_, and where he and I contracted such a Friendship, that without other Consideration he promis’d me _Hippolyta_, for that’s his Sister’s Name. Lo. But wo’t thou really marry her? Alon. I consider my Advantage in being allied to so considerable a Man as _Ambrosio_, her Father; I being now so unhappy as not to know my Birth or Parents. Lo. I have often heard of some such thing, but durst not ask the Truth of it. Alon. ’Tis so, all that I know of my self is, that a _Spanish_ Souldier, who brought me up in the Army, dying, confest I was not his Son, (which till then I believ’d) and at the Age of twelve left me to shift for my self: the Fortune he inrich’d me with, was his Horse and Arms, with a few Documents how to use them, as I had seen him do with good success: This Servant, [Points to _Pedro_] and a Crucifix of Value. And from one Degree to another, I arriv’d to what you knew me, Colonel of the Prince’s Regiment, and the Glory of his Favour. Lo. Honour is the Child of Virtue, and finds an Owner every where. Alon. Oh, Sir, you are a Courtier, and have much the odds of a Souldier in Parleys of this nature: but hither I am come— 229 Lo. To be undone—Faith, thou look’st ill upon’t. Alon. I confess I am not altogether so brisk as I should have been upon another Occasion; you know, _Lovis_, I have been us’d to Christian Liberty, and hate this formal Courtship. Pox on’t, wou’d ’twere over. Lo. Where all Parties are agreed, there’s little need of that; and the Ladies of _Spain_, whatever Gravity they assume, are as ready as any you ever met withal. Alon. But there’s a damn’d Custom that does not at all agree with Men so frank and gay as thou and I; there’s a deal of Danger in the Atchievement, which some say heightens the Pleasure, but I am of another Opinion. Ped. Sir, there is a Female in a Veil has follow’d us ever since we came from Church. Alon. Some amorous Adventure: See [Enter _Olinda_.] she advances: Prithee retire, there may be danger in it. [Puts _Lovis_ back. Lo. Oh then, I must by no means leave you. [_Lovis_ advances. Olin. Which of these two shall I chuse? [She looks on both. Sir, you appear a Stranger. [To _Lovis_. Alon. We are both so, Lady. Olin. I shall spoil all, and bring [She looks again on both.] the wrong. Sir, you should be a Cavalier, that— Alon. Would gladly obey your Orders. Lo. Nay, I find ’tis all one to you which you chuse, so you have one of us: but would not both do better? Olin. No, Sir, my Commission’s but to one. Alon. Fix and proceed then, let me be the Man. Olin. What shall I do? they are both well: [Aside. but I’ll e’en chuse, as ’twere, for my self; and hang me if I know which that shall be, [looks on both.] Sir, there is a Lady of Quality and Beauty, who guessing you to be Men of Honour, has sent me to one of you. Alon. Me, I am sure. Lo. Me, me, he’s engag’d already.